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ysr gramz – fuck a label كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
(enrgy beats)

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
h_llo, what the problem is?
wait, h_llo, what the ticket is?
thought you was somebody else, i got you all up in my biz
n_gga wanna be rich and get sucky in the benz
my b_tch better not cry, i’m puttin’ her out my benz
i guess she was hurt, i f_cked all her friends
free my lil cousin, out that pen’
don’t wipe your nose, if you don’t wash your hands

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
i’m trafficking art, but i’m not with frizz
it’s lean in my cup, if i ain’t got no lid
you and your b_tch ugly as h_ll, y’all might be twins
i done f_cked my bag up, i think i need a bin
kd hit my line, say his baby mama got her friend
i’m like which one, n_gga, you know you got like 10
b_tch said “f_ck me”, text back “when?”
if the p_ssy trash as h_ll, i won’t hit again

[verse 3: krispylife kidd]
b smith sold me a strap, i think this b_tch jammed
i just pulled up, just to buy some perc 10’s
he sold me so many and i’m trafficking percs then
pop this p baby, s_x gon be on 10
nasty ass n_gga, let your friend watch
you ain’t even do the crime, that’s your friend glock
i open n_gga’s top’s up, like a mailbox
i hang with rastas, make a mask out of dreadlocks

[verse 4: ysr gramz]
producer on some bullsh_t, put him in a headlock
shoes old as h_ll, but they deadstock
man, kidd, turn this b_tch around, i forgot my glock
i’m trippin’ off the weed, thought i saw a opp
dawg askin’ too many questions, are you a cop?
30 stickin’ out the glock, lookin’ like a mop
sold a n_gga fake promethazine, he thought it was wock
it went down on his block, he thought it was joc

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
i did some bullsh_t and took dawg out the game
told the b_tch i was ta, she asked “where my chain?”
i gotta go, d_mn b_tch, you too nosy
shoot a n_gga 54 times, like what you holding
thought i was drunk, no, b_tch, i’m really rolling
it’s a lot of cap from these n_ggas, they be trolling
chop’ split a n_gga up the middle, like it’s moses
you will think my n_gga a chef, the way he keep a toaster

[verse 6: ysr gramz]
ysr, f_ck your label, i signed myself
drop a n_gga, then go out of town, i’ll hide myself
’bout to get my drivers license, and slide myself
back_to_back backwoods, i gotta check my health
treat a n_gga like my son, and use my belt
i ain’t from the 6, i got plays on welch
my plug threw the bag on me, like we was playin’ catch
me and kidd versus anybody, place your bet

- ysr gramz

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