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letra de dragon ball z - ysr gramz

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[intro]
(oooooh, sav k!lled it)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
why would you play with me?
a n-gga play with gang, he gon d.i.e
we got glocks too, n-gga ain’t sh-t sweet
a n-gga want a verse, he got to pay a fee

[verse 2: yn jay]
oooooh, it’s a dragonfly
n-gga thought i was gon slide, i was passing by
i just rode past his crib, but i’ll be back tonight
n-gga died sippin’ purple, he wasn’t acting right

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
he can’t get no f-ckin’ money cause he gettin’ high
n-gga you really broke you just gettin’ by
bro so high off the percs he could touch the sky
if i get touched the wrong way somebody gon die

[verse 4: yn jay]
aye, i just met a new custo look like jackie chan
walkin’ down the street with k’s look like pakistan
n-gga never had no money he can’t stack a band
n-gga can’t achieve his goals cause he ain’t make a plan
[verse 5: ysr gramz]
n-gga better not move wrong better not raise his hand
bro will come through blowin’ sh-t but he ain’t no fan
big bullets in this glock 30 b-tches look like can
n-ggas got 3 bands of 20’s make it look like bands

[verse 6: yn jay]
aye, i just stepped on a (uh), made it look like sand
bro just pressed up some fake pills made it look like xans
n-ggas don’t fight no more, must ain’t got no hands
told keisha i don’t wanna f-ck if i can’t f-ck her twin

[verse 7: ysr gramz]
and i don’t wanna be friends if we can’t make no bread
i don’t even wanna f-ck the b-tch if i can’t get no head
suppressor on the front of the ar that b-tch look like a peg
brodie head really f-cked up he gotta take his meds

[verse 8: yn jay]
he need a ssi check he can’t make no [?]
but i keep him with me jump stupid he’ll break your face
i ain’t in a race with n0body but i’ll take your place
i’ll post up on your block i’ll take your play

[verse 9: ysr gramz]
you would think the bullets bath salt how they ate his face
this flint sh-t really rough as h-ll he’ll take your play
why would you get that b-tch pregnant you ain’t got no taste?
dawg over here goin’ through it cause he ain’t got no drank
[verse 10: yn jay]
i don’t want no cornbread if that sh-t ain’t jiffy
n-gga tried to throw a shot but it came back like frisbee
in the club breast checkin’ b-tches, let me see them titties

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