a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de tom & jerry - ysr gramz

[intro: krispylife kidd]
kri-kri-krispylife

[verse : krispylife kidd & ysr gramz]
call up lil buzz, if i need a hit man
six of red in a pot, leaning like a kickstand
talking grams in your song, you the brick man
i’m tryna buy two boes, i’m a big fan
step on these, i’ma beat your ass like this deff jam
got cussed out ’cause i f-cked on her best friend
i’ll f-ck your stomach up with this fn
or i’ll stab you with this knife and use my left hand
i-i-i ain’t gon’ lie, i’ll beat you like you stole something
i was really f-cked up, i couldn’t hold nothing
put a smile on my face, ’cause the boes coming
i like fighting, f-ck around and elbow someone
i don’t like young hoes, i like an older woman
’cause every time we done f-cking, she let me hold a hundred
bro just hopped out shooting, left the motor running
if it’s pressure on my head, call my older cousins
lil dawg giving free tech outta this some [?] sh-t
bro dropped a new tech, he on some wild sh-t
i was counting too fast, f-cked up my count quick
i got taxed on what? how you sound, b-tch
don’t n0body really want this smoke, like a black [?]
yeah, that 40 look good, but this a .50 cal
made a song about having ten in 2012
be givin’ the opps a chance, before i cause h-ll
i ain’t gon’ lie, we got sticks, but ain’t sh-t for sale
heard you fell off and went broke, you done bumped your head
now your mans wanna rob you, you ain’t break no bread
beefing with a hundred beacher n-ggas, better fake your death
hit your mans up top, he wasn’t doing so well
this sh-t straight drop, i gotta use a scale
bro got jammed, he ain’t have it, so i paid his bail
i’m known to keep a pop on me, like kenen and kell
ain’t have a driver for the road, so i drove myself
dawg said he want a hate for 20, he done hold himself
a lotta sh-t wasn’t going right, so i made a left
this human races cost 300, better watch your step
you let that work go bad on you, you can’t make a sale
put a hole in a n-gga head, turn him to a whale
put the rocks on dawg face, [?] showin’ how they feel
[?] to myself, went and bought a scale
chilling in an opp’s hood, i just caught my sale
almost fell in love with this b-tch, i just caught myself
always bought designer pants, never bought no belt
had to run this money up, i ain’t have no help
i’m with the pop out crew, we’ll do you [?]
i’m tryna start beefing, to decorate clothes
y’all boys losing your minds, fighting over hoes
me and cuz got jammed, and n0body told

- ysr gramz

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS