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letra de verses ain't free - ysr gramz

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
yeah, enrgy
more sh-t talkin’ at five
young sack runner

[chorus]
at granny crib, shootin’ dice in the livin’ room
the loudest n-gga be the brokest n-gga in the room
scrollin’ on the ’net’ll get you k!lled, i ain’t in the mood
i got a shooter on my team, i call him jordan poole
i just seen that n-gga last week, now he on the news
b-tch, i’m ot right now, send me all nudes
think i’m from nipsey hood, i got all blues
in the stu’ with babytron, i just tried shrooms

[verse]
i’m a chill cool n-gga, hang with all goons
hit them n-ggas’ block and sweep they sh-t with all brooms
bro got a big gun on him, he a small dude
it’s hard to feed all these mouths with a small spoon
brok big ass crib off of cpn
blowskey said the feds took thirty, we can gеt it again
and they took the ysr chain, i gotta get it again (okay)
i’m finna sh-t on all thеse n-ggas like i’m big ben
bro trap, he only do scams on the weekend
this n-gga mad ’cause i’m in this b-tch recents
ain’t wanna pay her for the head, it was decent
i know i got money, baby girl, but i’m the cheapest
you reach for this chain, you gon’ meet jesus
you wanna be ysr? give me three reasons
hit the booth for an hour and did three features
b-tch said her p-ssy ain’t free, verses ain’t free, either (think about it)
been done whooped your kid ass, i can’t be no teacher (badass kid)
my heart ice cold, it’s a deep freezer
i know the whole city hit, why you keep teasin’?
you know some money just hit if you see me cheesin’ (no cap)
them n-ggas don’t want beef, them n-ggas all vegan
if they give me three hundred, i’ma move to phoenix
i call my lawyer michael jackson ’cause he beat it
n-gga think this b-tch textin’ gramz, so he beat her
i’ll cut your ass off, actin’ like i need you
distrokid sent the check, i’m finna go to neimans
he got his b-tch ass sent to h-ll, actin’ like a demon
i know a n-gga that caught two bodies, now he a deacon (sh-t)
[chorus]
at granny crib, shootin’ dice in the livin’ room
the loudest n-gga be the brokest n-gga in the room
scrollin’ on the ‘net’ll get you k!lled, i ain’t in the mood
i got a shooter on my team, i call him jordan poole
i just seen that n-gga last week, now he on the news
b-tch, i’m ot right now, send me all nudes
think i’m from nipsey hood, i got all blues
in the stu’ with babytron, i just tried shrooms

- ysr gramz

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