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letra de king james - ysr gramz

[intro]
n-gga, f-ck, oh sh-t, sh-t, f-ck

[verse]
big wop, b-tch, i’m back on that bullsh-t (big wop)
my opp went to jail, they beat his ass in the bullpen (jumped on that n-gga)
i don’t wanna smoke this backwood ’cause it’s too thin (i won’t)
you the type of n-gga cuff a b-tch and try to move in
my lil’ brother pulled up on the block with like two fns (like two fns)
the b-tch ain’t let me f-ck, now i’m finna f-ck two of her friends
i told that b-tch come and suck my d-ck while i count up bands (while i count it up)
just ’cause we from the same hood don’t mean you my mans
he tried to run from the switch, he ain’t have a chance
i remember wasn’t n0body f-ckin’ with me when i ain’t have no bands (they wasn’t f-ckin’ with me)
feds got behind the scat pack, we got up out the jam (we got up outta there)
i’m mad as h-ll, ain’t got my gun, i’m finna punch his head
in the stu’ rollin’ backwoods, i’m finna punch in (f-ck)
got a n-gga baby mama bent over doin’ that one dance (doin’ that one dance)
i be servin’ everybody, i’m a lunch man (i’m a lunch man)
you get sent to the store, you the blunt man (what the f-ck?)
you know i’m rockin’ with lebron, f-ck jumpman (f-ck jordan)
bro said he wanna throw up the b’s and got jumped in (beat that boy)
i’m finna call block logic, he got dumps in
i got twenty-dollar eighths all month, i got runtz in (i got runtz in)
i got so much cheese on me, i work for cottage inn (i work for cottage inn)
how you takin’ pictures with him? that n-gga shot your mans (how the f-ck?)
you gon’ find out the hard way n-ggas not your friends (n-ggas not your people)
gramz, enough of all that sh-t, let me sh-t talk (okay)
brodie sellin’ everything, can make a brick walk (can make a brick walk)
shotty did knock your ass out, he a brick wall (he a brick)
these lil’ n-ggas poodles ’round this b-tch, i’m a big dog (i’m a big dude)
we ot, bro just f-cked a b-tch off a list crawl
this .308 in this small gun knock limbs off
track fly down my block on forgis, knock your rims off
b-tch, i’m always in the hood, zach randolph
your mans do all the shootin’, bro, you really soft (you really a ho)
buy it for the low, sell it high, i be gettin’ off (i be gettin’ off)
you ain’t put n0body on around this b-tch, you is not a boss
brodie done sipped so much d-mn lean, he turned into the hulk (ooh)
i ain’t tryna hear them n-ggas’ music, n-gga, turn it off (turn that sh-t off)
i whipped my d-ck out on this one b-tch and she ate it all (ooh)
i ain’t into f-ckin’ mma, but i’ll break your jaw (i’ll break your sh-t)
b-tch came over and got f-cked and went straight to the bar
don’t leave your scat runnin’ at my hood store, they’ll take your car (they gon’ take off)
without that f-ckin’ gun, you is not that hard (you a b-tch)
my b-tch started kissin’ on my neck, my d-ck got on hard (ooh)
i’ll pick the draco over the ar
bro just ran up twenty bands off a fake card (off a fake card)
brodie ain’t playin’ basketball, he finna take my charge (finna take my charge)
everybody with me got guns, we don’t need no bars (we don’t need ’em)
man, f-ck, i just ran out of weed, i gotta go to jars (f-ck)
[outro]
i gotta go to this bullsh-t-ass restaurant
that sell weed

- ysr gramz

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