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ysr gramz - 448 كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
448 and a ‘bow, i’m tryna sell it all
i got a gun on me right now, you gotta make a call
before i ever bought a gun, i was breakin’ jaws
he found out i f_cked his b_tch, now he punchin’ walls
i_i ain’t finna pay for it, i’m finna punch it all
get your b_tch ass stomped on like stomp the yard
tell your favorite flint rapper to go bar for bar
i’m on some pink slip sh_t, let’s go car for car

[verse]
this a five gram ‘wood, not no cigar
i’ll slide down your block with a big ar
they put bro on a box like a vcr
she put her lips on my d_ck like cpr
i called bro and told him, “i ain’t goin’ broke again”
bro finessed for ten p’s, he got the joker grin
bro caught an opp yesterday, we had to toast to it
i had to calm lil’ buzz down, he wanna bust some sh_t
i just placed an order three days bеfore the ‘bows hit
he was bringin’ hoеs to his crib and got his door kicked
bro done did so much dirt, he tryna go legit
i had to hustle for this bankroll, i never stole sh_t
the way bro shoot this b_tch, he got a golden clip
why the f_ck you cuff her? she did the hoest sh_t
book_booked an eight hour session, finna blow a zip
i’m drinkin’ tris right now, twenty_five a sip
you_you gon’ get your ass whacked, n_gga, you always lackin’
they know ysr gramz always out in traffic
i remember granny was trippin’ on me, i had too much traffic
i only hang with real n_ggas and n_ggas ’bout that action
a n_gga take somethin’ from me, he better bring it back
i don’t f_ck with dog music in the city ’cause he a capper
the way that n_gga ran when we slid, he lamar jackson
skino in my ear, keep rappin’ and keep taxin’
the_the way she eat the d_ck up, she gon’ need a napkin
i should work for fedex the way i’m sendin’ packages
i can break a b_tch heart ’cause i pay for damages
bro shoot with a mask on like he rip helmets
[chorus]
448 and a ‘bow, i’m tryna sell it all
i got a gun on me right now, you gotta make a call
before i ever bought a gun, i was breakin’ jaws
he found out i f_cked his b_tch, now he punchin’ walls
i_i ain’t finna pay for it, i’m finna punch it all
get your b_tch ass stomped on like stomp the yard
tell your favorite flint rapper to go bar for bar
i’m on some pink slip sh_t, let’s go car for car

- ysr gramz

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