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letra de b's & lsp - ysr gramz

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[chorus]
big wop, the biggest bully ’round this muhf-cka
if you ain’t throwin’ b’s or lsp, we ain’t blood brothers
gotta cut these muhf-ckas off, cause they’re blood suckers
brodie got the p’s for 14, but the buzz ugly
i ain’t really gotta do sh-t, bro’ll blow you for me
i was tryna switch my hustle up, i made rap money
spent your last 20 on some weed, ain’t got gas money
beat her doonies down yn style, then i act funny

[verse]
n-gga touch me, i’ll put them demons on your ass dummy
ysr, bunch of young n-ggas gettin’ cash money
got the head out this one b-tch, yeah, she gagged on it
i cussed my shooter out, ’cause the m-th-f-cka lagged on me
you ain’t on sh-t, you let a n-gga take your strap from you
if you a bad b-tch, i throw some racks on you
got it on my own, i ain’t never had a big homie
i was in the stu’ on fenton road, ask big homie
b-tch, put that broke n-gga out, i know you sick of him
a n-gga disrespect gabe name, i’ma spit on him
that draco get to singin’ like rich homie
my n-gga trip around this b-tch, he got a brick on him
catch you ass while you at work, like craig & day-day
made it rain 100 somethin’ shots, i had to play ray j
i was young as h-ll on [?] drive, free that n-gga ak
free dj out that b-tch, i’m finna make a jpay
kobe bryant, 81 shots, that’s what i call my ak
i’m doin’ the race in a r/t, b-tch, i feel like tay-k
i think i want some head out your b-tch, let me call up kay-kay
man, i ain’t never did a scam, my name ain’t teejay
i got a lot of cake on me, b-tch, and it ain’t my bday
shoot a n-gga 22 times, free that n-gga cdai
i’m sellin’ everything, b-tch, my name ebay
i’m finna eat this b-tch p-ssy, ’cause it taste like cheesecake
huh, we can go hit-for-hit
every gun i ever f-ckin’ had, it came with a stick
i knew my lil n-gga was hittin’ the road, he came with a b-tch
no, he wasn’t doin’ credit cards, he came with a pit
no, i ain’t got to co-sign, i got a 20 strip
lyin’ ass n-gga talkin’ ’bout he sold 20 bricks
everything i got to hustle for, and i ain’t 26
i was f-cked up, down bad, and they ain’t give me sh-t
you should cut that b-tch off, she tried to give me lips
shoot that n-gga dead in his sh-t if he ever snitch
b-tch, i’m throwin’ big b’s and i’ll never switch
i was down south at my granny’s, she beat me with a switch
you can say i beat that b-tch ass, i beat her with my d-ck
this n-gga fresh as h-ll, but he broke, ain’t got 50 cent
shot all them shots, ain’t hit n0body, how the f-ck you miss?
you did all that dirt in the streets, how the f-ck you snitch?

- ysr gramz

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