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letra de josh giddey - ysr gramz

[intro]
ysr sh-t
ysr sh-t
yung sak runner

[chorus]
my white boy pop pills, he’ll pop you, he look like josh giddey
set the play on the opp n-ggas, call it lob city
you don’t know how to move that f-ckin’ bag, get a job, silly
i ain’t gotta ask my n-gga shotty, he gon’ ride with me
n-gga always rappin’ ’bout a switch and he died with it
stop takin’ pictures with that bl!ck, n-gga, slide with it
i know that n-gga cried to his guys when he heard i hit her
i got a play for forty-five hundred, i need a babysitter

[verse]
i’m just tryna get some head from her, she got her baby with her
all he do is use her f-ckin’ car, i know she hate her n-gga
swear to god if the ‘bows weak, i won’t pay that n-gga
if he a rapper and he told on his guys, i won’t play that n-gga
if you ever play with ysr gramz, that k gon’ hit you
i had to take the blower from lil’ buzz, he ain’t blow his whistle
came through blowin’ that b-tch like a nose on tissue
n-gga said he don’t like me, i’m tryna fold his sister
i’ll punk one of you n-ggas, i’m like ashton kutcher
i’m tryna buy a brick from him, call benny the butcher
i don’t why you like that b-tch, she a whole hooker
i’m finna eat this b-tch p-ssy, taste like brown sugar
she bad now, in middle school, she used to pick her boogers
i remember back in high school, i used to pick on bullies
for thirty-five hundred dollars, you can come pick your bully
bro said he seen the opps, he just fl!cked on fully
these n-ggas out here snitchin’ like ysl woody
n-gga braggin’ ’bout a body, n-gga, you want a cookie?
n-gga shootin’ all them shots but they ass on rookie
hit fanduel for a hundred, i’m tryna beat the bookie
like the movie house party, b-tch, i smell p-ssy
she don’t never got a job, i think she sell p-ssy
i’ll never eat that p-ssy if that p-ssy bushy
them n-ggas sweet over there, them n-ggas sugar cookies
[chorus]
my white boy pop pills, he’ll pop you, he look like josh giddey
set the play on the opp n-ggas, call it lob city
you don’t know how to move that f-ckin’ bag, get a job, silly
i ain’t gotta ask my n-gga shotty, he gon’ ride with me
n-gga always rappin’ ’bout a switch and he died with it
stop takin’ pictures with that bl!ck, n-gga, slide with it
i know that n-gga cried to his guys when he heard i hit her
i got a play for forty-five hundred, i need a babysitter

[outro]
huh, huh, i need a babysitter
i got a play for thirty-five, i need a babysitter
huh, tryna get some head from her, she got her baby with her (thank you, jxlan, i appreciate you, man)
haha, yung sak runner

- ysr gramz

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