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ysr gramz - bring it here lyrics

[intro]
mm, yung sak runner
(d_mn, boom made this?)

[chorus]
b_tch, if you got some money for me, bring it here
i’m tryna f_ck this b_tch, the only reason why i’m in her ear
don’t like no ugly hoes, you know i like my hoes top tier
it’s like the glock glued to my hand, i take it everywhere
i be everywhere that money at, n_gga, you never there
i cannot hide from this sh_t, b_tch, i be everywhere
couldn’t get them j’s, but my son got ’em, he get every pair
lost my n_gga, he left four kids, man, that sh_t ain’t fair

[verse 1]
i got clothes in my closet i don’t even wear
baby j the only child, he don’t like to share
can’t get caught up in my feelings, i don’t even care
that ain’t gas that you smokin’, boy, you smokin’ air
f_ck you and f_ck them n_ggas that you hangin’ with
hit him with a glock 23, he ain’t takin’ sh_t
found out a n_gga f_cked his b_tch, now he breakin’ sh_t
bought some bullsh_t weed, now you ain’t makin’ sh_t
she told everybody that i f_cked, now i hate this b_tch
i just sold a n_gga a whole ‘bow and i ain’t weigh the sh_t
it might not happen overnight, you gotta wait and sh_t
i’m fresh as h_ll, i be out here wearin’ all the latest sh_t
i been runnin’ to this money since a snotty nose
n_gga went broke, all he bought was designer clothes
you got all ugly b_tches, you need finer hoes
i only like pretty b_tches with the white toes
hit him with this fn five_seven, he can’t fight those
punch in on everything, i ain’t write those
you got si diamonds in your chain, i don’t like those
bro just pulled up with some bad_ass white hoes
i ain’t tryna be your boyfriend, b_tch, suck it to me
your baby daddy broke, he like a junkie to me
she a real_ass b_tch, she brought money to me
this n_gga think he fresh as h_ll, but he bummy to me
[chorus]
b_tch, if you got some money for me, bring it here
i’m tryna f_ck this b_tch, the only reason why i’m in her ear
don’t like no ugly hoes, you know i like my hoes top tier
it’s like the glock glued to my hand, i take it everywhere
i be everywhere that money at, n_gga, you never there
i cannot hide from this sh_t, b_tch, i be everywhere
couldn’t get them j’s, but my son got ’em, he get every pair
lost my n_gga, he left four kids, man, that sh_t ain’t fair

[verse 2]
quit rappin’ ’bout the trappin’, put some pain on it
this a glock 23, put his brain on it
knew that n_gga was gon’ change, he got fame on us
she had to cut her n_gga off, he got lame on her
i’m a yung sak runner, baby, sing to me
fell in love with auntie, she brung lean to me
if you pay me top dollar for it, i’ll bring it to you
7.62s in this chop, i’ll bring it to you

[outro]
(d_mn, boom made this?)

- ysr gramz lyrics

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