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letra de welcome to lebeau city - ysr gramz

[intro: ysr gramz]
(enrgy beats)
welcome— welcome—

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
welcome to lebeau city, b-tch, may i take your order?
you said you short a couple dollars, here, take this quarter
i be up early every day like tom joyner
n-ggas out here snitchin’ every day like law & order
i would f-ck your lil’ b-tch, but she ain’t important
i would let you cop from me, but you can’t afford it
i’m finna take off on n-ggas like fake jordans
bro stabbin’ off in a hemi sound like eight horses
i be drippin’ every day like i stay in jordan
kidd, i got this fire-ass song, n-gga, come record me
i got a fat-ass b-tch like my name was norbit
i just use her for her p-ssy, she know where to store it
kd swipin’ everywhere, go across the border
i was mad, i looked on snap, they was up in florida
sellin’ everything around this b-tch like my name was porter
no cliff mac, but my plug threw some extras on me
i ain’t gotta be the one to do it, put some pressure on you
got a sloppy roll of twenties, that’s some lettuce on me (krispylife)
you scared to spend that lil’ money ’cause you barely own it

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
i got n-ggas who’ll k!ll you if they lost a fight
my n-gga mama cried when they gave him life
this sh-t i do, think ma dukes ain’t raise me right
beat my barber ass ’cause he ain’t fade me right
she do lean and stuff for me, she ain’t ladylike
paid one-fifty, you gave me twenty-two, you ain’t weigh it right
f-ck a n-gga and how he feel, my hood gave me stripes
i could’ve popped you at the game, but i had to play that night
b-tch give me brain like i’m in college
she ain’t worried ’bout no gas, she just worried ’bout the mileage
love the hoes that be leachin’, but they toxic
but i’ma keep trickin’, p’s goin’ for ten dollars
just bought some fake ones for two dollars
’bout to flood the opps’ hood with ’em, wait ’til they start dyin’
i’ll beat my n-gga ass if he not ridin’
but i ain’t worried ’bout my n-ggas, i know he slidin’
why would i check the score if your n-ggas keep dyin’
scammers gettin’ upset, the drivers wanna start swipin’
keep your eyes on the road, n-gga, and keep drivin’
my b-tch f-cked a n-gga ’cause he flexed a thousand
well, that wasn’t my b-tch, she just used to top me
unc’ tried to shank his bunky over a top ramen
bro caught a body, went on the run and they couldn’t find him
i was with my cousin and i let him get somethin’ on consignment

- ysr gramz

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