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letra de 2006 - ysr gramz

[intro]
(thank you, jxlan, i appreciate you, man)
tryna slap all these ‘bows like i’m—
my n-gga big mike in this b-tch rollin’ so hard (yeah, yung sak runner)
yung sak runner (man, yeah, yeah)

[verse]
i’m tryna slap all these ‘bows like i’m will smith (slappin’ sh-t)
this a glock 17, it got a k!ll switch (glock 17)
took a fifty-band loss, but we still rich
we the sixty-dollar boys, all seal sh-t
i don’t listen to his music, i don’t feel sh-t
you only sent for three days, you gon’ still snitch (three days)
so many blues in my pocket, i feel like a crip (like a rolling crip)
a n-gga reach for this chain, i’m comin’ off my hip (comin’ off my hip)
dropped a deuce in my pop, two-hundred-dollar zips (two-hundred-dollar zips)
we be taxin’ for the ‘za like 2006
i’m up early every day, i work first shift
lil’ bro high off them pills, he got a perc’ itch (bro so high in there)
ranbo owed me an fn, the police searched it (ranbo owed me)
she got a bbl on her, told her twerk it (told her—)
uh, this a sixty-dollar eighth, i’ma terp it (sixty dude)
i be runnin’ to that bag like it’s urgent (like it’s urgent)
don’t sell that white n-gga no dope, that n-gga workin’ (that n-gga workin’)
n-ggas mad ’cause they broke and they hurtin’ (n-ggas broke as h-ll)
they hit his ass with that switch, they close the curtains (they hit his dumb ass)
i got so much chicken on me, i work for church’s (church’s chicken)
you ain’t never had a fifty, n-gga, merch it
have my og outside of your crib out there lurkin’ (shotty did)
n-ggas really don’t want smoke, n-ggas sweet
i’ll put some bands on some n-ggas’ head if it’s beef
lil’ bro just sold thirty-somethin’ ‘bows, it took a week (yeah)
i’m a northside n-gga how i creep
just tell you know, you the type of n-gga country, you a creep
b-tch, i’m runnin’ up that money like i’m meech
lil’ bro made thirty in the morning, got me geeked (got me geeked as h-ll)
made a hundred on that l, lsp (lsp)
he be talkin’ on the ‘net, we gon’ see (we gon’ see)
dropped a four in my pop, now i’m sleep
you better cut that b-tch off, she a leech (she a leech)
i just rolled four grams in a leaf (in a leaf)
n-ggas ain’t even got more money than my niece (on my mama)
i’m a motherf-ckin’ wolf, you a sheep
thirty beecher n-ggas in the party, yeah, we deep, huh
ten bands, all blues on me, got it neat (got it neat as h-ll)
why you kissin’ on that b-tch? she a freak (ugh)
i ain’t gotta pay, bro’d catch it for the free (for the free)
i ain’t had to pay, she just threw it, it was free (it was free)
[outro]
she was throwin’ that sh-t, n-gga, that sh-t free, you tryna beef over that b-tch, boy
better stop tryna beef over that sl-t
we get money, n-gga, lsp, n-gga
you know what the f-ck goin’ on, got detwan love in the booth with me
slap five sh-t, yeah
gang, gang, lsp forever, n-gga, long live skino, f-ck boy
he was never ’bout a sealed pack
cheap-ass n-ggas
come on the bow, get fapped, fap, fap, fap
dumbass
know what the f-ck goin’ on, ysr sh-t, free drich, free the gang, boy

- ysr gramz

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