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letra de i love rap - ysr gramz

[intro]
(big drice on the beat, yeah)

[verse]
made a lot of money rappin’, that’s why i love rap
i used to vacuum seal them ‘bows, get ’em gift-wrapped
i put them diamonds in my mouth, black riff raff
i keep a pocket monster on me, make ’em get back
i can fall right now, i’ma get back
n-gga droppin’ diss songs, but he ain’t get no get-back
this b-tch ass fat as h-ll like my backwood
we used to beat n-ggas’ ass up at atwood
he ain’t really like that, he just act good
all my n-ggas throwin’ b’s and they act like suge
that n-gga ysr the g.o.a.t., how he rap so good?
they like, “how he came up if hе ain’t crack no jugg?”
head tap from the drac’, it’ll crack his skull
i know some n-ggas sеllin’ dog like 42 dugg
it’s 2023, i ain’t showin’ love
this money ain’t sh-t, i just blew a dub
when i see him, i’ma knock his lights out like i blew a bud
i’d rather ride around and catch plays, i don’t go to clubs
b-tch ask me do i really love her? i shoulder shrug
i know my n-gga wanna see me win, he gave me the plug
seen my lil’ n-gga lackin’, i gave him a gun
you better put that money up, you better save you some
if i pull this chop out, it’ll make a n-gga temple run
n-gga, we are not the same cloth, i’m a different one
n-gga, it’s so much money on the floor, you better get you some
b-tch head game so crazy, she be goin’ dumb
sh-t, i’m used to the pain, i be goin’ numb
you cannot name a n-gga i’m runnin’ from
hittin’ this lil’ b-tch from the back, i’m finna use my thumb
take that gun from that lil’ n-gga, he did not dump
n-gga thought it was one-on-ones, but he got jumped
tee poured a four of green lean, this sh-t got me slumped
please don’t play with ysr ’cause i am not the one
b-tch, if you ain’t on that tip, please do not come
when i bought my first drac’, i went and bought a drum
that b-tch ain’t sh-t, she got pregnant by a f-ckin’ bum
don’t you hate when a b-tch talk ’bout her baby daddy?
i’m with my flint n-ggas, they talkin’ ’bout that n-gga chatty
he ran up his first twenty-ball, went and bought a scatty
f-ck droppin’ diss songs, n-gga, drop your addy
i’ll never leave my dog how boosie did webbie
this b-tch out here sellin’ wap, she gettin’ that fetty
[outro]
(ayo, drice)
that b-tch sellin’ wet-ass p-ssy, man (run that sh-t back)
she gettin’ fetty, n-gga
free fetty wap, man

- ysr gramz

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