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letra de rapper weed - ysr gramz & enrgy beats

[intro: ysr gramz]
what up, sav?
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
n-gga, you, you— alright
sh-t, d-mn
yung sak runner

[verse: ysr gramz]
n-gga, you ain’t shop with e, that ain’t rapper weed
this glock stick’ll turn a f-ck n-gga into rapper weed
you wanna make your first ten bands, come and shop with me
you wanna turn your rap career up, come and rap with me
this a hundred-dollar seven, you can’t smoke for free
just beat a n-gga ass, he tellin’ people it’s smoke with me
n-gga got locked and started singin’ like jodeci
he went to jail and got out first, he the police
i know she f-ckin’ with that one sh-t ’cause her nose bleedin’
the only time i drink green lean when i wanna sleep
he ain’t from the hood, he grеw up good, he just wannabe
flint food nasty, so i’m finna drive to thе d
my n-gga gettin’ off sellin’ ‘bows down in tennessee
i mushed this one n-gga in his face, give me fifty feet
i’m finna buy this trish from auntie, she sixty-three
i don’t do no diss songs, you gon’ get shot if you mention me
mike got so many chains on, he look like mr. t
i got a play on the northside, meet at mr b’s
i gave this one n-gga weed back, it had too many seeds
why the f-ck would you cuff her? she got too many c’s
my little cousin bad, he ten years old throwin’ up the b’s
this n-gga dumb as h-ll, he in the club throwin’ all his cheese
n-gga, i smoke zaz’, i’d never smoke no f-ckin’ breeze
i’m puttin’ on for flint, long live that n-gga mc breed
i’m tryna run it up and get rich like mcd
the first time i made 10k, i sold thc
i ain’t seen you with no cheese since ppp
i used to buy ‘bows from white boys, now they edd
you was dirt as h-ll back in high school, you played jv
ridin’ ’round with krispylife brother, i’m with ad
i know some real barefaced goons, free kd
i be sh-t-talkin’ so much, that’s why they hate me
this lil’ b-tch say i look good, she wanna rape me
them n-ggas broke as h-ll hatin’ on me, they tryna bait me
you better stop f-ckin’ with them snake n-ggas, they gon’ bake you
bro poured an eight of green in his pop, i’m tryna wake up
the hardest songs i ever f-ckin’ made was in the bas-m-nt
you better not put your heart in a b-tch, she gon’ break it
i paid a hundred dollars for this seven, i’m finna face it
you better do somethin’ with your life ‘fore we waste it

- ysr gramz enrgy beats

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