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letra de the antidote - ysr gramz

[intro: krispylife kidd]
(enrgy beats)
enrgy made this one (yeah)
this b-tch hard as f-ck, yung sak runner

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
i’d rather have a doctor than a girlfriend
i’m ’bout to pose as a nurse, bring them scrubs in
man, you want a verse, bring a dub in
you feelin’ sick, pour up a deuce, i got the antidote
got banned ’cause they caught me catchin’ plays at the antidote
my b-tch was mad, was pullin’ at my door, now the handle broke
i put my hands on my b-tch head, where her dandruff go?
i’m always tryna count up and another band done broke
really out there in that water like a sea creature
they wanna visit flint and thеy wanna see beecher
i only charged him 2k, but that was a cheap fеature
you gon’ need the hawk in the avengers just to beat beecher
try us, n-gga, we can prove it
sh-t gettin’ rocky, try us, n-gga, we can smooth it
i’m in this b-tch off a perc-10, i’m gettin’ groovy
man, i get the p-ssy, throw the deuces
my n-gga really plugged with that cookie like he lucious
bent my b-tch fingers back, ho, who you think you foolin’?
catch a body with a bow and arrow, i’m rare, i think i’m cupid
my b-tch talk with her tongue, she be like, “boy you thupid”
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
she put her p-ssy on live, this b-tch think i’m boosie
this a daper dan edition, b-tch, i’m rockin’ gucci
yeah, i f-ck with nat, this drive, i’m finna slide with pookie
i’m a real trap n-gga, i still serve out hoopties
tryna run up me a hundred, b-tch, that’s my mood
i seen a sneak dissin’-ass n-gga, he tryna act bool
i got a stick on this glock like i’m playin’ pool
i got rich on my own, n-gga, who put on who?
ten thousand blues in my hand, i’ll put it on you
loski brim with them brim boys, they be yellin’, “whoop”
what i spent on my diamonds, could’ve bought a coupe
my baby mama gave me tax money, i went and bought a hoop
told unky call my phone, gave testers out
i think he workin’ with them people, how they let you out?
twenty bullets in this fn, i’ll let ’em out
you gon’ get your ass walked down ’cause you run your mouth
i’m finna run this money up, i need a better house
i love gettin’ head from your b-tch, she got a better mouth
he got hit with that bl!ck and it set him down
ain’t got no love for no b-tch, i can’t settle down

- ysr gramz

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