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letra de fat bastard - ysr gramz

[intro]
(enrgy beats)

[verse]
i might never make it off rap
tell the plug send a hundred-some ‘bows, make it off trap
his b-tch d-ck suckin’, say my song slap
i can’t never keep a b-tch ’cause i’m full of cr-p
how you a thug, sell drugs, but you cool with rats?
my young n-gga hit the road, go to school in scats
my n-gga head f-cked up, he keep smokin’ blacks
when my mixtape drop, i’m goin’ up a rack
these n-ggas know like i know, they can’t f-ck with me
you let a broke n-gga f-ck, now you stuck with him
i was broke, you wasn’t tryna run it up with me
he went to tennessee, brung a pup with him
ayy, roll the window down, i’m finna ice this n-gga
i put it on my mama, never liked this n-gga
i f-ck one time, never wife these b-tches
i got a mini draco, it look like a midget
i ain’t gon’ lie, i never cooked crack in no kitchen
but i done sold a thousand grams and e my witness
bro done traveled everywhere like he moved his pivot
all that tattletalin’, n-gga, you be snitchin’
these n-ggas out they mind
you get more money for drugs when you outta town
i ain’t louie ray, but i’m still grindin’
i know i’ma be rich, it take a lil’ timin’
i’m f-ckin’ up the extras
you play with one of mines, i’ma bring the pressure
i treat her like she nothin’ ’cause she think she special
you put your trust in these n-ggas, better be careful
i’ll get a n-gga served like famous dave’s
i gotta beat kidd ass, he made me miss my play
that p-ssy taste good, put it in my face
thank god for this b-tch, had to say my grace
my cousin out here scammin’ n-ggas if they bank with chase
my lil’ brother bang b’s, throw it in your face
‘wood smoke f-ckin’ with my eyes, you would think it’s mace
pull up, get to shootin’ anywhere, you would think i’m klay
d-ck the b-tch down one time, now she think she bae
lil’ cuz just came back, he goin’ out of state
had to mush that b-tch, security in my face
i’ll make my sale anywhere in any place
we finna beat this n-gga ass like a pair of dres
i’m finna go ot, hit every state
f-ck ramen noodles, bring me a steak
kidd kicked this b-tch out ’cause her p-ssy stank
ew, ew

- ysr gramz

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