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letra de skinoworld & gabeland - ysr gramz

[intro]
(j, this sh-t too crazy)
aye pass that wood, wock

[verse]
don’t talk pape to me n-gga, everybody got it
er’ body let they guns off we don’t know who shot em’
unc said it burned his nose hair, that’s how he know it’s fire
my young n-gga drop old n-ggas, omar off the wire
when i’m off them percocets, ion get tired
them pills fake as h-ll, i searched them up off of pill finder
bro don’t care if the weed trash he gone still buy it
rhuu! you knew that n-gga was a rat, why you still sign him? rhuu!
he thought he got away but we still gone find ’em
put my lil n-ggas on his ass, my lil n-ggas grimey
if we fall off we, can’t get back cool ‘causе i think you slimy
if its smoke in the air then i’m calling shotty
thеy like why you calling n-ggas? he gone catch a body
my n-gga keep his gun on him like he keep his wallet
you be tryna f-ck ‘er b-tch, i be gettin’ guala
we can talk about it, set it up if it make some dollars
i be tryna tell my n-ggas chill but they guala, gualas
ldg my lil bro’ll f-ck yo’ baby momma
i pay all the bills, ion don’t have no baby momma drama
we got so many k’s, like that n-gga osama
i can make a call and get him dropped, i’m just like obama
catch a n-gga at a corner store, he don’t want no problems
i be dressing like i’m rich as h-ll but i don’t got no stylist
you know i keep that choppa with me n-gga, it’s just like my toddler
i’m a hood rich n-gga, i let my chain dangle
lil bro nem throwing big b’s, they some g-ngb-ngers
hit his ass with that, it’s a game changer
he be flashing money in front of hoes, he a lame ain’t he
ion even wanna f-ck, i want brain baby
he can’t come around them sack runners if he ain’t gang baby
gabeworld and skinoland that’s the same baby
i’m a real n-gga, i cannot let the fame change me
i’m a beacher ass n-gga, i be talking crazy
i done fell off before man that sh-t made me
you better put that money up, ’cause that sh-t gone save you
i can’t work for n0body, man that sh-t like slavery
you can’t let a n-gga hoe you, they gone think it’s gravy
soon as ‘yo ass get some money she wanna have ‘yo baby
imma keep trapping hard like eastside 80
you keep f-cking all the fiends you gone have a eastside baby
[outro]
that n-gga keep f-ckin all the fiends
that n-gga gone have a eastside baby man
baby gone be from the eastside
ion know ’bout yall but our eastside f-cked up
that’s where the fiends at
young sack runner!

- ysr gramz

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