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letra de 1030 lebeau st - ysr gramz

[intro: ysr gramz]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
i ain’t gon’ lie, baby
ysr sh-t

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
b-tch, i ran through a lot of grams last week
steady runnin’ up this money like a track meet
tell your best friend come over, get her back beat
this n-gga think sh-t sweet, he got bad t–th
i don’t like the way this b-tch look, she got bad t–th
and she don’t ever have no money and she ratchet
before i got a good grade, i got a package
middle school and high school beatin’ n-ggas, i been active
everywhere i go, i got a fan with me
ready to blow one of you n-ggas, put your hands on me
i ain’t even gotta do it, but put my mans on you
a lot of these n-ggas livin’ suite like zack and cody
i used to eat ramen and raviolis
i used to still serve out the cabinet and drink with brodie
you ain’t drinkin’ on no lean, a n-gga served you motrin
n-gga think he really from the streets, ’cause he slept with roaches
if i hit you with a bag, it take all day
p just walked in this b-tch with a small k
when you slide on them boys, shoot all face
i’m finna take 5 bowls to a small state
[verse 2: ysr pitt]
my group full of singers, we got all drac’s
i buy some pizza at the room, that’s a small date
we shoot the crib up, that n-gga needin’ allstate
throw that n-gga to one of quavis’ bullets, he a small bait
chased him down in some retros, f-cked up my j’s
b-tch cheated on me with my daddy, f-cked up my wave
sleepin’ on the bed with no do-rag, f-cked up my waves
shot him and his twin brother, popped marlon wayans
i told her take her panties off, we finna to run a train
that n-gga got to grabbin’ on his gun, we got to bussin’ k’s
she keep callin’ her n-gga while i’m here, i’m thinkin’ somethin’ strange
’cause i f-ck her everyday, she thinkin’ she my main
that n-gga old as h-ll, still grindin’, think he louie ray
thought that i was finna hit her p-ssy, she had the booty face
was sellin’ $5 grams in my student days
want some barbecue, i think i’m finna go to famous dave’s
she think i’m gettin’ h-rny, i just wanna f-ck
n-gga gettin’ drunk all day, he livin’ life like clutch
bro ran the football back, he think he reggie bush
we smokin’ top chef, you just smokin’ kush

- ysr gramz

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