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letra de small fry - ysr gramz

[intro]
(thank you, girl, that is so sweet)
thank you, b-tch
(and i was just playin’, i was just playin’, man, be for real)
ah, sh-t, i was just playin’, no, thank you, ho

[chorus]
a n-gga play with me, i bet a n-gga die (die)
b-tch can’t get sh-t from me but a small fry
three-five in this backwood got us all high (f-ck)
a n-gga ran off with a bag, got him hogtied (fap, fap, fap)
a n-gga mentioned gabe in a song and his dog died (fap, fap, fap)
he think he gettin’ off, his bankroll full of all fives (f-ck n-gga)
told the b-tch if she set him up, she get a small prize (she get a small prize)
need another load of them ‘zas, i’m finna call ty

[verse]
b-tch asked me what my chain say, it say ysr (yung sak runner)
got my gun on me right now, ain’t gotta run to car (nope)
i know this lil’ b-tch a real b-tch, but she a ho at heart (facts)
this lil’ b-tch said she gon’ f-ck if i punch her carts (facts)
beat a n-gga ass and pop him up like stomp the yard (fap, fap, fap)
n-ggas really out here stealin’ scats, you better hide the car (fap, fap, fap)
n-gga tried to slide down in l, put that b-tch in park (fap, fap, fap)
you can’t be real nowadays, they take it to the heart (can’t be real with n-ggas)
could show you how to break this b-tch down and take this b-tch apart (throw it out)
we in a fast-ass whip, this b-tch push to start
she got a cheap bbl why her b-tt so hard (what the f-ck?)
green lean got me goin’ to sleep like i took a bar (nah)
i know a white boy grow weed, he do martial arts (kick your ass)
you buy bullsh-t weed, you gotta go to jars (you gotta go to jars)
my n-gga shoot sh-t, back then, he used to break in cars (he used to break in sh-t)
so much dog sh-t on me, i need to chnage my drawers
she ain’t givin’ real head if she don’t get the b-lls (if she don’t get the b-lls)
they gave my n-gga ten years, he was breakin’ laws (he was breakin’ laws)
he got hit with a drac’, thought he was takin’ off (fap)
haha, b-tch, you ain’t goin’ nowhere (nope)
finna take this b-tch to popeyes, she think we goin’ somewhere (we ain’t goin’ nowhere)
i gotta buy some new drip, i ain’t got sh-t to wear (i ain’t got sh-t to wear)
i was finna eat her p-ssy, it got too much hair
last year, i spent a hundred, i ain’t even care
[chorus]
a n-gga play with me, i bet a n-gga die
b-tch can’t get sh-t from me but a small fry
three-five in this backwood got us all high
a n-gga ran off with a bag, got him hogtied
a n-gga mentioned gabe in a song and his dog died
he think he gettin’ off, his bankroll full of all fives
told the b-tch if she set him up, she get a small prize
need another load of them ‘zas, i’m finna call ty

- ysr gramz

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