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letra de 2019 flow - ysr gramz

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[intro]
enrgy beats
open the f-ck up
2019 flow
b-tch
young sak runner

[verse]
he got kicked out his hood ’cause he scammed flint (’cause he scammed)
chopstick smackdown ’cause it slam sh-t (’cause it slam)
like a f-ckin’ ram truck, i ram sh-t (i ram sh-t)
i see that lil ass f-ckin’ money, that’s yo’ man’s sh-t
out in la buyin’ bow’s with scam ‘nem
hold on bring that card back, you ain’t scan them
you can have a hunnid guns, you ain’t scarin’ them
my n-ggas having fun, swipin’ cards out in maryland
i got so many f-ckin’ shoes, i ain’t wearin’ em
if i’m in love with the b-tch, i ain’t sharin’ her
i’m a petty ass n-gga, pourin’ green in a fanta
comin’ to yo city with that bag like i’m santa
aight, my white b-tch drive for me, name amanda
i got a lot of lit fans out in canada
if he diss me in a song then we bannin’ em
you wanna start some rap beef? i’m comin’ for yo manager
you wanna make some money? drive these bow’s to alabama
i know a white n-gga, get money, adam sandler
he got a off brand clip, it’s a jammer
you know i hang with drug dealers and the scammers
okay, you wanna talk down? i’ma fan ’em
don’t put his ass in no f-ckin’ wood, pour him in a fanta
if this was f-ckin’ dipset, b-tch i’m santana
i’ll beat a n-gga ass, def jam vendetta
b-tch, i’m d-mn near runnin’ out of breathe, i can’t rap no more
you let a n-gga take yo strap, don’t got strap no more
bet a thousand to my thousand, i can’t f-ck your ho
i’m shootin’ dice with these n-ggas, i just tuck and roll
i’m tryna f-ck her from the back, make her touch her toes
red beam on the glock, i could touch yo nose
i could press a b-tton right now, we’ll up the score
sittin’ here thinkin’ to myself how to be up some more
she just ate my d-ck up like a lunchable
oh you just got it in? i had it months ago
you be hanging round n-ggas for a blunt to smoke
i would chase your ass down, but i run too slow
they ain’t even f-ckin’ with me with my 1-2 flow
i’ll never ever cough a ran through ho
in high school you got f-cked in a bando
soon as you spend twenty then a band gone
in a car finna slide, turn a band on
hot ass h-ll in the booth, turn a fan on
please stop rappin’ songs ’cause you sayin’ it wrong

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