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ysr gramz - goat shit lyrics

[intro]
we just talkin’ ’bout practice
we sittin’, i’m supposed to be the franchise player
and we in here talkin’ about practice (ooh, sav k!lled it)
i mean, listen, we talkin’ about practice
not a game, not a game, not a game
we talkin’ about practice
not a game
not a, not a, not the game that i’d go out there and, and die for
and play every game like it’s my last, not the game
we talkin’ about practice, man
i mean, how silly is that, man? we talkin’ about practice

[verse]
break a n_gga whole blunt in half, i don’t like swishers
chasin’ n_ggas down with the 40 like old liquor
it get ugly when i shoot, derek fisher
i’ma let y’all rap about dope, i’ma mind my business
almost quit rap one time ’cause i ain’t see the vision
bro like stealin’, poppin’ pills, and he beat up women?
man, this sh_t was hard work, none of this sh_t was given
i’m ’bout to gift wrap a n_gga, hand me a ribbon
don’t make me swing that chop back and forth like we playin’ tennis
i know your real life, n_gga, you a kitten
you constipated, n_gga, you ain’t sh_ttin’
tell ’em i got p’s for the low and i might never ship it
heard you got the p’s in, what’s the ticket?
this b_tch p_ssy so dry like a f_ckin’ biscuit
my b_tch p_ssy so good, only make snippets
these rap n_ggas wack, xzibit
i ain’t tryna go back broke, i need every penny
bro droppin’ threes in the pop, dark like henny
she suck d_ck for the free, took the b_tch to denny’s
when my b_tch hear that bar, she gon’ be like, “really?”
i ain’t arguin’ with no n_gga, man, these n_ggas silly
fat n_gga, fresher than a b_tch, man, i feel like biggie
bronem steady sparkin’ up blacks, got my head dizzy
the bag slowed down, i’m ’bout to f_ck with giffies
n_gga, you is not cut, you don’t need no band_aid
i can tell these n_ggas hate me by they f_ckin’ handshake
make a couple hundred thousand f_ckin’ with the land bank
i don’t want the head ’cause the b_tch breath stank
i can tell that weed trash, i got a f_ckin’ headache
i’m finna beat this b_tch down ’til the f_ckin’ bed break
sold dog some rps, but them b_tches man_made
givin’ fades when i shoot, n_gga, dwyane wade

- ysr gramz lyrics

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