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letra de world famous - ysr loski

[intro: louie ray]
(ooh, sav, you k!lled it)
yeah, alright
real boss, n-gga, i ain’t
okay
yeah

[verse 1: louie ray]
n-gga, i’m a boss
everything you see me in kinda cost
okay, everything you seein’ gettin’ chalked
if a n-gga tryna spin again, get him chalked
n-gga, naw, for real, i’m a boss
everything you see me in kinda cost
if a n-gga try to spin again, get him chalked
have to sit down for a ten, i get caught
f-ck the l, go for the win how i’m taught
okay, i’ma beat the block and go to jail for assault, yeah
designer clothes kinda smell like they cost
breath smell like lemon cherry when i cough

[verse 2: rmc mike]
i can’t trust my friends, so fn what i bought
i can’t find no wock’, so it’s thin what i bought
she a dope fiend, b-tch use a syringe when she walk
p-ssy wack, so i’m f-ckin’ on her friend when we talk
d-mn, let me hop back in the booth and set fire to it
brodie sippin’ on some gasoline, straight lighter fluid
girly didn’t let you n-ggas f-ck, she let michael do it
the feds had to let us in the game, they couldn’t fight the music
’cause our sh-t raw
mad as h-ll i drunk my last line, got me p-ssed off
tote an automatic sniper rifle, get you picked off
she tryna suck d-ck, her breath stank, got my sh-t soft
[verse 3: ysr gramz]
you can come and get a feature from me, you got a six-ball
my n-gga outta town gettin’ bricks off
i know a n-gga out here sellin’ bullies, come and pick your dog
if we was lil’ kids on my block, i’d steal your ball
my lil’ n-gga just turned sixteen and he got an ar
told my n-gga if he ever see you, just spray at your car
if you play with one of my n-ggas, i’ma lay in your yard
if you pay me right now, they gon’ land tomorrow

[verse 4: ysr loski]
i’m in cali scammin’ where they only speak spanish
i told her to press that cash b-tton, then vanish
if them b-tches get behind me and bruce, we gotta scramble
you can trade gramz chains for your life, it’s a gamble
you ain’t make no money in the pandemic, n-gga, shame on you
my big bro told me, “los, you better have that thang on you”
i promise when we run our bag up, i won’t change on you
bro got caught for white-collar crime, they tryna hang him too
this money ain’t sh-t, we gon’ make a lot of it
where you hear it’s a drought on the ‘za? we got a lot of it
you gotta know you gotta book my n-ggas, we is not clubbin’
i get mad, i might raw dog your b-tch, i ain’t gotta rub her
put dee rich on a n-gga ass, he ain’t got a wack jumper
we’ll say f-ck rap and go slide for the whole summer
i’ll f-ck a n-gga dukes like i ain’t know she’s an old woman
my n-gga bruce got a hundred on the k, he a whole drummer

- ysr loski

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