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ysr gramz - king james كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
n_gga, f_ck, oh sh_t, sh_t, f_ck

[verse]
big wop, b_tch, i’m back on that bullsh_t (big wop)
my opp went to jail, they beat his ass in the bullpen (jumped on that n_gga)
i don’t wanna smoke this backwood ’cause it’s too thin (i won’t)
you the type of n_gga cuff a b_tch and try to move in
my lil’ brother pulled up on the block with like two fns (like two fns)
the b_tch ain’t let me f_ck, now i’m finna f_ck two of her friends
i told that b_tch come and suck my d_ck while i count up bands (while i count it up)
just ’cause we from the same hood don’t mean you my mans
he tried to run from the switch, he ain’t have a chance
i remember wasn’t n0body f_ckin’ with me when i ain’t have no bands (they wasn’t f_ckin’ with me)
feds got behind the scat pack, we got up out the jam (we got up outta there)
i’m mad as h_ll, ain’t got my gun, i’m finna punch his head
in the stu’ rollin’ backwoods, i’m finna punch in (f_ck)
got a n_gga baby mama bent over doin’ that one dance (doin’ that one dance)
i be servin’ everybody, i’m a lunch man (i’m a lunch man)
you get sent to the store, you the blunt man (what the f_ck?)
you know i’m rockin’ with lebron, f_ck jumpman (f_ck jordan)
bro said he wanna throw up the b’s and got jumped in (beat that boy)
i’m finna call block logic, he got dumps in
i got twenty_dollar eighths all month, i got runtz in (i got runtz in)
i got so much cheese on me, i work for cottage inn (i work for cottage inn)
how you takin’ pictures with him? that n_gga shot your mans (how the f_ck?)
you gon’ find out the hard way n_ggas not your friends (n_ggas not your people)
gramz, enough of all that sh_t, let me sh_t talk (okay)
brodie sellin’ everything, can make a brick walk (can make a brick walk)
shotty did knock your ass out, he a brick wall (he a brick)
these lil’ n_ggas poodles ’round this b_tch, i’m a big dog (i’m a big dude)
we ot, bro just f_cked a b_tch off a list crawl
this .308 in this small gun knock limbs off
track fly down my block on forgis, knock your rims off
b_tch, i’m always in the hood, zach randolph
your mans do all the shootin’, bro, you really soft (you really a ho)
buy it for the low, sell it high, i be gettin’ off (i be gettin’ off)
you ain’t put n0body on around this b_tch, you is not a boss
brodie done sipped so much d_mn lean, he turned into the hulk (ooh)
i ain’t tryna hear them n_ggas’ music, n_gga, turn it off (turn that sh_t off)
i whipped my d_ck out on this one b_tch and she ate it all (ooh)
i ain’t into f_ckin’ mma, but i’ll break your jaw (i’ll break your sh_t)
b_tch came over and got f_cked and went straight to the bar
don’t leave your scat runnin’ at my hood store, they’ll take your car (they gon’ take off)
without that f_ckin’ gun, you is not that hard (you a b_tch)
my b_tch started kissin’ on my neck, my d_ck got on hard (ooh)
i’ll pick the draco over the ar
bro just ran up twenty bands off a fake card (off a fake card)
brodie ain’t playin’ basketball, he finna take my charge (finna take my charge)
everybody with me got guns, we don’t need no bars (we don’t need ’em)
man, f_ck, i just ran out of weed, i gotta go to jars (f_ck)
[outro]
i gotta go to this bullsh_t_ass restaurant
that sell weed

- ysr gramz

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