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ysr gramz & enrgy beats - app wrong lyrics

[intro]
танк, и звезда, и шан— (ooh, sav k!lled it)
танк, и звезда, и шан—
танк, и звезда, и шан—
танк, и звезда, и шан—

[chorus: ysr gramz]
if my n+gga run off with your sh+t, that sh+t long gone
up a bl!ck on a f+ck n+gga, tell him, “go’n on”
i ain’t send them b+tches through the mail, i drove them b+tches home
i hate when i fall asleep off drank, she goin’ through my phone
i know my lil’ bro gon’ slide for me, he my backbone
h+ll nah, you can’t be ysr, you did the app wrong
in these big+ass big bs, you get stepped on
bro made thirty+five racks off a cell phone

[verse: ysr gramz]
lil’ bro just snaked a n+gga sale, now— alright
lil’ bro just snaked a n+gga sale, now his sale gone
if you don’t do sh+t around that n+gga, what he gon’ tell on?
spendin’ money talkin’ to my n+ggas on a jail phone
told drivеway, when he get out, i’ma pick him up
dog tryna tax mе for them ‘bows, i’ma stick him up
i fell off and looked at my son, i gotta get it up
if you ain’t get that sh+t out the mud, you ain’t sh+t like us
if you ain’t get that bag from ysr, it don’t smoke like this
i know a n+gga fightin’ dog with dog, he just like vick
100k for a mixtape, i’m finna talk my sh+t
dog keep speakin’ on my mans, i’m finna send a blitz
johnny said his wrist game cold, he can make a brick
i know i look like one, but i ain’t a l!ck
i’m the type of n+gga troll a n+gga like i’m 50 cent
my white boy got ‘bows like rick, but he not gon’ snitch
i swear to god, i got a thousand ways to get rich
like a f+ckin’ weedhead, i gotta get ’em zipped
outta town lookin’ for the ‘bows, i gotta get ’em shipped
bro said he f+ckin’ with the banks, he gotta get me hip
come f+ck with ysr, i can get you hip
come f+ck with ysr, i can get you rich
yung sak runner, gettin’ money, n+ggas ain’t on sh+t
yung sak runner, put it on, that n+gga fresh as sh+t
[chorus: ysr gramz]
if my n+gga run off with your sh+t, that sh+t long gone
up a bl!ck on a f+ck n+gga, tell him, “go’n on”
i ain’t send them b+tches through the mail, i drove them b+tches home
i hate when i fall asleep off drank, she goin’ through my phone
i know my lil’ bro gon’ slide for me, he my backbone
h+ll nah, you can’t be ysr, you did the app wrong
in these big+ass big bs, you get stepped on
bro made thirty+five racks off a cell phone

[outro]
танк, и звезда, и шан—
танк, и звезда, и шан—
танк, и звезда, и шан—
танк, и звезда, и шан—
танк, и звезда, и шан—

- ysr gramz enrgy beats lyrics

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