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ysr gramz - tap in lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse]
n+gga i’ve been that n+gga since a lil’ ass boy
we ain’t from around here so we came with that blower
20,000 ain’t sh+t, b+tch i need a little more
how many p’s do you need? b+tch i need like four
i’m still trapping, selling weed, it’s like five in the morning
what type of gun do you got? i got me a jordan
f+ck a bad b+tch, real b+tches get awarded
i feel like ray charles, b+tch i’m going down to georgia
my n+gga still swiping and he going cross the border
my n+gga popping pills, high as h+ll, he need water
i paid a hunnid dollars, get two woods out a quarter
i f+ck with all my zoles, yeah i love going to florida
i’ll stop a opp out in my brand new forces
you touch one of mines, motherf+cka wе gon’ torch you
diamonds in my chain, yeah them b+tches looking gorgеous
f+ck a bad b+tch one time then i ignore her
you ain’t got a plug, n+gga, your plug got a shortage
i can get you what you need, go ahead, place an order
i would’ve been p+ssed off if i really had a daughter
you would think this n+gga drunk, he got hit with a forty
high as h+ll off the woods, think i see rick and morty
i really went to golden sun, n+gga i ain’t go to jordan
we really started this sh+t, n+gga you can ask marlon
put my n+gga on yo’ head like a motherf+ckin’ barber
my phone going dead, n+gga pass me my charger
i got a song on the way, so i really gotta charge it
my n+gga just hit that store, he was running outta target
the rock is bullsh+ttin’, so i gave up on harden
i had to kick her out, man i felt like martin
n+ggas head f+cked up, they’ll slide on apartments
the police ask me something, i don’t know, i’m an artist
free my n+gga dj, man that n+gga just called me
how the f+ck you on my head, when you really just saw me
paid a band for these shoes, i don’t even like walking
if we ain’t talking ’bout no money, why the f+ck is we talking?
i’m catching plays on the west, you can meet me on calkins
i got green in my cup, and my cup look like boston
i don’t trick on no b+tch, i am not tony hawk n’ them
[outro]
old tricking ass, broke ass, no p+ssy getting ass n+gga
yeah, lebeau city n+gga
tap in 2, n+gga
enrgy, what popping
big b’s, on that beecher sh+t
natchez drive, all that sh+t n+gga, flamingo, n+gga, all that sh+t n+gga, yeah
eastside, westside, we still on that n+gga
long live dontae, n+gga
long live gabe
long live ta, all my soldiers, n+gga

- ysr gramz lyrics

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