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ysr gramz - welcome to lebeau city كلمات الأغنية

[intro: ysr gramz]
(enrgy beats)
welcome— welcome—

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
welcome to lebeau city, b_tch, may i take your order?
you said you short a couple dollars, here, take this quarter
i be up early every day like tom joyner
n_ggas out here snitchin’ every day like law & order
i would f_ck your lil’ b_tch, but she ain’t important
i would let you cop from me, but you can’t afford it
i’m finna take off on n_ggas like fake jordans
bro stabbin’ off in a hemi sound like eight horses
i be drippin’ every day like i stay in jordan
kidd, i got this fire_ass song, n_gga, come record me
i got a fat_ass b_tch like my name was norbit
i just use her for her p_ssy, she know where to store it
kd swipin’ everywhere, go across the border
i was mad, i looked on snap, they was up in florida
sellin’ everything around this b_tch like my name was porter
no cliff mac, but my plug threw some extras on me
i ain’t gotta be the one to do it, put some pressure on you
got a sloppy roll of twenties, that’s some lettuce on me (krispylife)
you scared to spend that lil’ money ’cause you barely own it

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
i got n_ggas who’ll k!ll you if they lost a fight
my n_gga mama cried when they gave him life
this sh_t i do, think ma dukes ain’t raise me right
beat my barber ass ’cause he ain’t fade me right
she do lean and stuff for me, she ain’t ladylike
paid one_fifty, you gave me twenty_two, you ain’t weigh it right
f_ck a n_gga and how he feel, my hood gave me stripes
i could’ve popped you at the game, but i had to play that night
b_tch give me brain like i’m in college
she ain’t worried ’bout no gas, she just worried ’bout the mileage
love the hoes that be leachin’, but they toxic
but i’ma keep trickin’, p’s goin’ for ten dollars
just bought some fake ones for two dollars
’bout to flood the opps’ hood with ’em, wait ’til they start dyin’
i’ll beat my n_gga ass if he not ridin’
but i ain’t worried ’bout my n_ggas, i know he slidin’
why would i check the score if your n_ggas keep dyin’
scammers gettin’ upset, the drivers wanna start swipin’
keep your eyes on the road, n_gga, and keep drivin’
my b_tch f_cked a n_gga ’cause he flexed a thousand
well, that wasn’t my b_tch, she just used to top me
unc’ tried to shank his bunky over a top ramen
bro caught a body, went on the run and they couldn’t find him
i was with my cousin and i let him get somethin’ on consignment

- ysr gramz

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