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ysr gramz - alpo lyrics
[intro: ysr gramz]
i don’t give a f_ck, my n_ggas slimy
i don’t give a f_ck, you n_ggas grimy
like an id (ooh, sav k!lled it)
[chorus: ysr gramz]
i can’t trust sh_t, these n_ggas grimy
i don’t give a f_ck, my n_ggas slimy
we put ’em in a box like an id
you can’t tryst these hoes ’cause they trifling
your boyfriend broke, i can’t be like him
when them n_ggas see us comin’, they don’t like them
them n_ggas know we got the sauce, them n_ggas bitin’
i can see me gettin’ rich, i’m a psychic
[verse 1: ysr gramz]
you ain’t got no money, you can’t buy sh_t
that money turn ’em on like a light switch
i’m tryna find a plug, i need a wide b_tch
man, i’m tryna find a plug, i’m tryna buy sh_t
my n_gga stay down with me, i’ma ice his neck
where the plug with them ‘bows? i’m tryna spend a check
je said the road green like that n_gga shrek
i got a play in gb, he meet me on the west
when a n_gga fell off, ain’t n0body catch me
i’m like jordan in ’91, can’t n0body check me
seem like the n_ggas closest to you try to catch you slippin’
my young dog sixteen and got a smith & wesson
everywhere a n_gga go, i gotta keep my weapon
n_ggas speakin’ on the dead, them n_ggas disrespectful
n_gga finesse you for them ‘bows, he done took your blessing
don’t show these n_ggas sh_t, you gotta keep ’em guessing
[chorus: ysr gramz]
i can’t trust sh_t, these n_ggas grimy
i don’t give a f_ck, my n_ggas slimy
we put ’em in a box like an id
you can’t tryst these hoes ’cause they trifling
your boyfriend broke, i can’t be like him
when them n_ggas see us comin’, they don’t like them
them n_ggas know we got the sauce, them n_ggas bitin’
i can see me gettin’ rich, i’m a psychic
[verse 2: don perrion]
these handicap broke n_ggas need a fix_up
some bad b_tches got bad breath, no, we can’t hook up
dusty had all the phones, feel like got the hook_up
the l really slap, i don’t say that for nothin’
i ain’t took no trip yet, n_gga, i been hustlin’
pray we make it out the h_llhole ’cause the streets muddy
i had to stop the lean, i had a weak stomach
me and my b_tch had split apart ’cause she was creepin’ on me
i dropped that off my mind and they stopped sleepin’ on me
karma realer than a b_tch, i feel it peekin’ on me
the whole time i was up, i was still money_hungry
p a bad motherf_cker when that sh_t on him
i’ll go ghost and pop back out like rich homie
no, you not my slime if you not my daughter or my homie
no, you cannot get no f_ckin’ feat if you ain’t got no money
wish i can give y’all sh_t back, the lord know i’m lyin’
man, i can’t even lie, i really miss robbin’
i’m the only bull in michigan like dennis rodman
lil’ wh0re threw me a towel when she got done moppin’
when i was f_ckin’ on shorty, i swear we was the topic
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