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ysr gramz – intro (heart of the hood) كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(primo beats on the track)
yeah
yeah
y’all know it’s klsosg, n_gga
tap in
that one sh_t in, n_gga
tell them boys tap in
tap in, tap in
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse 1]
talkin’ money plays, phone rung for a whole week (whole week)
bro dropped a six in his pop, got his soul sleep
i ain’t play your mixtape, i think it’s so weak (that sh_t so weak)
she gave me head in my whip, she ain’t know me (she ain’t know me)

[verse 2]
tell a b_tch you got them ‘bows, she gon’ tell her n_gga (she gon’ tell her n_gga)
and tell a b_tch to play her role, she gon’ play to get you (get the f_ck on)
set you up for them blues and have her n_gga blitzin’ (i’m finna k!ll this b_tch)
that’s why i don’t show b_tches the trap, we can f_ck in the rental (huh)

[verse 3]
ayy, doin’ the dance in the spot, i be gettin’ busy (bobby brown)
taxin’ on everything, i need an extra fifty (give it to me)
cut your hands off, b_tch, if i catch you stealin’ (ching)
i put grams in your b_tch like she carry his children

[verse 4]
i need a hundred just to step in my crib, my sh_t plush (yeah, yeah)
marble counters in the kitchen, remind me of king buffs (doo_doo head)
yeah, this ho stuck_up, but me and bro still f_cked
cut into her bougie ass like, “i just wanna nut” (you know me)

[verse 5]
won’t ever sell my soul, if i get on, i’m me (for real)
put my n_ggas on, yeah, the ones who starved with me (for real)
ain’t gotta guard for me, i’m larry bird from the three (bah)
but keep k!llers around me ’cause that fame sh_t deep, n_gga
[verse 6]
your b_tch a freak, always talkin’ ’bout this meat stick (ugh)
drum sideways, look like a deep dish (hot and ready)
slide down your block like the street wet (my bad)
catch you at the hotel like i’m keith sweat

[verse 7]
my b_tch bad with the ass, she ain’t got no chill (man, she crazy)
paid six_fifty for some kicks, i ain’t got no deal (never had one)
n_ggas rap just to rap, they ain’t hot for real (for real)
claimin’ that you need solid, but rico real

[verse 8]
these n_ggas broke, don’t let these n_ggas lie to you (they lyin’)
i f_cked her and that n_gga cried to her (hahahaha)
i just rap, i don’t even like music (i don’t like it)
i trap, trap, trap, trap like gucci (wait)

[verse 9]
security keep lookin’, that’s okay, miss (nah)
two phones keep slappin’, this my day shift (h_llo?)
i seen quay run through ‘bows in my face, b_tch (woo)
turned grandma’s spot upside down out that bas_m_nt (woo)

[verse 10]
sippin’ hi_tech with no cold, b_tch (yeah)
h_ll nah, i can’t put you on the road, b_tch (yeah)
h_ll nah, i can’t buy you no clothes, b_tch (that’s how i’m feelin’)
you too needy, need to go get your own sh_t
[verse 11]
i’m just tryna ball like i’m motherf_ckin’ kobe (kobe)
my white b_tch sniff that sh_t ’til her nose bleed (hah)
bro gucci walkin’ in the winter, he got cold feet (that n_gga krispy)
i’m a hustlin’ lil’ n_gga, thank my og

[verse 12]
tell frank lucas blue magic still around, n_gga (it’s still around, n_gga)
r.i.p. gabe, he in the clouds blowin’ pounds, n_gga
i went dumb on your b_tch for three rounds, n_gga (three of ’em)
she let me whip the phone out, she get down with me (ayy, action, n_gga)

[verse 13]
f_ck ot, n_gga, wallace on your body (woo)
r.i.p. to the n_gga mama who shot me (yeah)
f_ck your fort, lil’ n_gga, played it like i’m rodney (woo)
then spend the block again like, “who tryna find me?” (woo, woo, woo)

[verse 14]
i’m tryna run my money up, you tryna find a b_tch to f_ck (dumbass)
if the plug bless me with it, i’ma bless the buck (bless my hood)
i ain’t coppin’ guccis yet ’cause i’ma f_ck ’em up (i’ma f_ck ’em up)
put that gun down, get beat like your pops would (like your dad)
i’m the man, h_ll yeah, ain’t i, krispylife? (krispy)
i beat the trap down for like sixty nights (yeah)
old lady down the street sold us sixty pints
that chopper go crazy like 50 tyson (boom_boom_boom_boom)

[verse 15]
ayy, early bird get the worm first (on my mama)
i was told if he snitch, break his arms first (break that n_gga arms)
the sh_t a n_gga been through really hurt to chirp (for real)
been off a four for two days, it’s hard to burp (okay, huh?)

[verse 16]
n_gga feelin’ good, so i went and bought a chopper (yeah)
really wanted to f_ck your b_tch, so i bought her lobster (dumbass)
my team more solid than them mobsters
and if it’s beef, we’ll get more water than them rastas (boom_boom)

[verse 17]
he ain’t walkin’ off a zip, these n_ggas soft (these n_ggas soft)
big money ad, b_tch, really a boss (for real)
catch a young n_gga really ducked in the loft (i’m out)
wearin’ sixty_dollar lacoste, look like i’m playin’ golf (yeah)
b_tch

[outro]
(b_tch)
(primo beats on the track)

- ysr gramz

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