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letra de samuel l. gramz - ysr gramz

[intro]
enrgy made this one
i’m naming this song samuel l. gramz

[verse]
i know some sh-t i won’t tell n0body
lil bro mad as h-ll, he popping pills, ready to k!ll somebody
don’t listen to these wack rappers, i don’t feel n0body
in the club with a glock nine, got it in my pocket
he finna get shot seven times, n-gga, we ain’t boxing
[?] got the green link, came in brown boxes
when i’m talking crazy in the booth, i need a lot of oxxies
[?] slide on my block, but we boxed him in
yeah, i dropped that ysr piece, but it cost me ten
tired of me rapping ’bout the drac, let me usе the [?]
i mean the fn
my n-gga madе a hundred some k off a [?]
a n-gga try me, i’ma k!ll you and your best man
oo, d-mn, i mean your best friend
in the club with them knives on me, like x men
told that n-gga [?] fight, if he don’t punch me in
if i ever punched you in your sh-t, i’ll do it again
driveway baby hit for twenty, n-gga, do it again
i heard a n-gga shot you and your mans, and you ain’t even spin
i was ’bout to catch a play with kidd, he grabbed an fn
my b-tch punched me in my sh-t, ’cause i was texting
i’m finna do a thirty day run down in texas
i sware to god, a n-gga touch my n-gga, i’ma crack his head
my n-gga out here doing dumb crimes, i had to smack his head
my n-gga tried to rob me, i’m sorry, mama, i had to wack my friend
they don’t know who did that, ’cause i cut my dreads
i don’t like to hang with [?], he be off the meds
i ain’t even f-ck your lil b-tch, she just gave me head
i don’t even smoke [?] drink the [?]
a n-gga got popped for tryna diss, ’cause what he said
i’m finna smack the sh-t out of kidd, he gon’ turn red
told that n-gga i’ll beat his ass, if he turn fed
i ain’t gon’ lie, i’ma beat his ass
i think i’m a good man, but i’m a piece of trash
i really gave this n-gga a pass, [?] get on his ass

- ysr gramz

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