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ysr gramz - samuel l. gramz, pt. 2 كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children
yeah
and i will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers
and you will know my name is the lord
(no julius)
nah, for real
nah, nah, for real

[chorus]
call me gramz, want them jacks just like samuel
just ’cause you say you real, that don’t make you real
n_gga stressed the f_ck out, i’m finna take a pill
i sh_t talk so much, i went and got a grill
my b_tch mad i be actin’ like i ain’t got a girl
i don’t put sh_t on my son, i’m tryin’ to give him the world
everybody hatin’ on a n_gga, they want me to fail
b_tch, you wasn’t down bad with me whеn i was at [?]

[verse]
i ain’t never did a scam, i got sh_t for sale
so many bullеts in this glock, let’s go sh_ll for sh_ll
up late catchin’ plays eatin’ taco bell
i heard her p_ssy bad as h_ll, it got a nacho smell
i’m tryna sh_t talk on the beat, i’m finna call rell
i told her, “bend the f_ck over”, she was tall as h_ll
on the phone with my n_gga mo, he talkin’ ’bout all is well
out of town, told bro he gotta catch the mail
if i fall off, ain’t got n0body, i gotta catch myself
almost did some sh_t, i had to catch myself
bro got an old_ass tech, he just like a ref’
don’t go slidin’ with n0body, do it by yourself
my n_gga a hard body, boy, he just like jeff
i don’t want no head from that b_tch, i can smell her breath
don’t invite my n_ggas to the party, sh_t gon’ go left
they locked my n_gga down ’cause he was sellin’ meth
that draco short as h_ll, so i call it f
he was actin’ tough on the ‘net, so he caught the belt
i can’t sign to no label, they gon’ try to shelf
it ain’t hard in real life, catch him by his self
sometimes i be feelin’ like i’m not myself
if i ain’t got n0body else, i know i got myself
since a bad_ass jit, i’ve been sack runnin’
i ain’t never, ever got a strap took from me
your boyfriend a b_tch back then, he bought cookie from me
i hit her for the free ball, you bought p_ssy from her
i was a badass kid, you got boosie numbers?
i still ball on n_ggas, i got an ugly jumper
[chorus]
call me gramz, want them jacks just like samuel
just ’cause you say you real, that don’t make you real
n_gga stressed the f_ck out, i’m finna take a pill
i sh_t talk so much, i went and got a grill
my b_tch mad i be actin’ like i ain’t got a girl
i don’t put sh_t on my son, i’m tryin’ to give him the world
everybody hatin’ on a n_gga, they want me to fail
b_tch, you wasn’t down bad with me when i was at [?]

[outro]
(no, julius)

- ysr gramz

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