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ysr gramz - not my opp كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(good lookin’, cali)
good lookin’, cali
ysr sh_t
lsp, n_gga
yung sak runner
bridge long as h_ll but watch this, though
ha, but watch how i trip on this b_tch, cali
yeah, yeah, mmm
what she say?

[verse]
i’ma hit n_gga with this glock, i don’t box for real (i don’t box for real)
if i wanna get b_tch beat up, i callin’ tote for real (callin’ tote)
old cop ass n_gga, was born in beverly hills (beverly hills)
they caught his ass, popped him up while he was making a reel (sh_t)
bro was slidin’ each and everyday but wasn’t off no pill
if my son don’t eat, i’ma take your meal
i just cashed a n_gga out for them ‘bows but the pape’ wasn’t real (pape’ wasn’t real)
my n_ggas ain’t in the nfl but they in the field (in the field)
i’m from the hood, ain’t nevеr had no uncle phil (i’m from the hood)
when you can buy your wholе hood, that’ when you up for real (that’s when you up)
lil’ bro crashed the scatpack and dropped the grill (lil’ bro crashed the scat’)
lil’ bro ridin’ with two switches, the beef is real (the beef real)
n_ggas know i’m from beecher, we be deep as h_ll ( we be deep as h_ll)
i’on sell sealed packs no more, n_ggas be cheap as h_ll (cheap ass)
it’s 9 am, the ‘bows just drop, [?] just checked the mail (it’s 9 am)
‘bows ain’t got no smell on ’em but they sticky as h_ll (sticky, though)
i think i feel in love with this ho, this b_tch freaky as h_ll
it’s my first time comin’ over to her crib, i keep catchin’ cell (i keep catchin’ cell)
you wanna know how to run up a hunnid’ bands, you gotta pace yourself (you gotta pace yourself)
run up on a n_gga with ten milley, tell ’em, “break yourself” (break yourself)
if i was broke just like you, i hate myself (i hate myself)
he want views so bad, he’ll fake his death (he’ll fake his death)
the ‘wood hittin’ so hard, it just took my breath (woo)
if you ain’t from around this b_tch, gon’ get your ass pressed (your ass pressed)
she don’t know how to suck d_ck, she got her ass left (she don’t know what she doin’)
i just sold a half p, got a half left (got a half left)
lil’ cuz run off with his ‘bows, jab step (jab step)
we gon’ hit his with a tec like a bad ref’ (like a bad ref’)
my johnny leanin’ over, he took too many pills (too many pills)
this some knock off amiri jeans, them are not real (them are not real)
hit his ass nine time, it took weeks to heal
i been trappin’ nine days, bro, my feet smell (bro, my feet smell)
i’ll never rap off his beat, f_ck topshelf rell (f_ck topshelf rell)
pull up on a n_gga block and leave choppa sh_lls (leave choppa sh_lls)
n_gga, you just broke, you not a ppl for real (n_gga, you just broke)
baby, just pull your pants up, i want top for real (i want toppy)
[outro]
yung sak runner

- ysr gramz

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