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letra de craig & day day - ysr gramz & enrgy beats

[intro]
you play too much
now, if i get in trouble with them, i’m— i gotta live here and you don’t
don’t be gettin’ in it, you gon’ get me in trouble
get out the way

[chorus: ysr gramz]
you put the police on n-ggas, you like craig and day-day
i gave that n-gga weed back, that sh-t gave me a headache
n-gga think he smokin’ on ‘za, that sh-t wedding cake
i don’t f-ck with dog, why he think he gettin’ a handshake?
you got a plug, but you keep fallin’ off, that’s a d-mn shame
i done ran up so many bands, they think i’m bandgang
bro was gettin’ off with that— ’til the feds came
n-ggas get some money and change up, we is not the same

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
i’m sick wе gotta touch dog out, he went against the grain
you should see what thеse grown n-ggas do for some f-ckin’ fame
b-tch think i want some p-ssy from her, i just want the brain
you gon’ try to move with the b-tch like that n-gga caine
johnny high as h-ll off them pills, them b-tches man-made
the p-ssy wack as h-ll, she got a very good head game
i knew i hit dog, all i seen was a red stain
my lil’ n-gga cut with that bl!ck, he need a band-aid
your b-tch came down, i beat her down in my man cave
that money go quick, on my mama, n-gga, you better save
you signed a 360 rap deal, now your ass a slave
dog a shooter, back then, that n-gga used to wave
i’ll bet everything in my pocket you can’t duck this k
i’ma always be a gettin’-money n-gga, bro, i’m stuck this way
talkin’ to myself, “keep goin’, don’t never stomp your brakes”
i just sold a n-gga a whole pound that was all shake
[chorus: ysr gramz]
you put the police on n-ggas, you like craig and day-day
i gave that n-gga weed back, that sh-t gave me a headache
n-gga think he smokin’ on ‘za, that sh-t wedding cake
i don’t f-ck with dog, why he think he gettin’ a handshake?
you got a plug, but you keep fallin’ off, that’s a d-mn shame
i done ran up so many bands, they think i’m bandgang
bro was gettin’ off with that— ’til the feds came
n-ggas get some money and change up, we is not the same

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
told loski stack that money up, f-ck buyin’ a chain
shot so many shots, ain’t hit n0body, you got bad aim
two guns on me in the club, i feel like max payne
f-ck a bustdown, i’m thinkin’ about goin’ to buy a plane
blew twenty bands out here travellin’, hoppin’ on planes
walk down on ’em with the drac’, shoot ’em close range
i gave a fiend a dub the other day ’cause i ain’t had change
told this b-tch i’m tryna f-ck, f-ck the talking stage

- ysr gramz enrgy beats

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