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ysr gramz - press triangle lyrics

[intro]
(yo, paolo, what the f_ck is you made it?)
(hey, nate, this b_tch go crazy)

[chorus]
woke up and made five bands, n_gga, life amazin’
told a b_tch i don’t want her, i want ben franklin
i won’t hit her ’cause her p_ssy smell like a dirty bas_m_nt
i can get you a quick twenty_ball, n_gga, where you bankin’?
oh, i see you in the h_llcat, you wanna race it?
i got a ghost glock on me, they can’t even trace it
i’ma always throw fives, n_gga, that’s my nation
i don’t wanna talk if the money ain’t the conversation

[verse]
i can tell it’s some ‘za, the way it’s tastin’
wake up and grind every day, i’m just tryna make it
i’m outside trappin’ all day, n_gga, f_ck cable
just give me the money, f_ck bein’ [?]
he got hit with a glock, his family miss him, now he feel famous
when you down bad on your d_ck, won’t no b_tch save you
i’m tryna make this bag jump, i just pressed [?]
i love when a b_tch bend it over and grab my ankles
these n_ggas k!ll over hoes like dude off [?]
soon as them shots went off, dog started shakin’
fn look fake as h_ll, but i ain’t fakin’
i only stabbed that b_tch twice, but i ain’t jason
i might buy a b_tch somethin’, but i ain’t chasin’
the police can get me in that room, i ain’t breakin’
free them n_ggas locked down for drugs, f_ck ronald regan
you can get hit with drac’ or switch, how you wanna play it?
i wanna tell his b_tch i love her but i don’t know how to say it
lil’ b_tch on her period, i’m finna pound her head
lil’ n_gga thought he bought a ‘za ‘bow, that’s a pound of reg’
he been hangin’ with this n_gga for five years, found out he fed
poured so many lines in this pop, it look like led
we gon’ send him all face shots, better duck your ehad
the chopstick spear n_ggas like razor edge
on my way to the west side, i’m finna serve [?]
[chorus]
woke up and made five bands, n_gga, life amazin’
told a b_tch i don’t want her, i want ben franklin
i won’t hit her ’cause her p_ssy smell like a dirty bas_m_nt
i can get you a quick twenty_ball, n_gga, where you bankin’?
oh, i see you in the h_llcat, you wanna race it?
i got a ghost glock on me, they can’t even trace it
i’ma always throw fives, n_gga, that’s my nation
i don’t wanna talk if the money ain’t the conversation

- ysr gramz lyrics

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