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talk of the town - ysr bruce lyrics

[intro: yn jay]
enrgy, man, why you do that, man?

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
i’m from beecher, throwing big b’s, we on bullsh*t
my lil n*gga [?] 16, he got a full clip
i pay 500 for the zip, it won’t touch your lip
catch him out in traffic while he driving, shoot through his whip
i fell off last summer, i ain’t trip, but had to get a grip
762’s and 223’s will f*ck up your hip
told my n*gga if he ever snitch, i’m cutting off his lips
[?] steph curry with the glock, it coming off his hip

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
f*ck
my clip like 30 something
went to l.a., i came back with like 30 [?]
[?] never did the video, he bought a verse for nothing
you a b*tch, you scared of everything, you go to church for nothing
5 racks for this winter coat, i bought a fir for [?]
you [?] bag with no money, you got a perse for nothing
[?] speak spanish, she got a [?] for nothing
all my dawgs, they real solid, just a different breed
got booked for a walkthrough, i performed for somе extra cheese
you a bumm, you had to f*ck a b*tch for some еxtra [?]
[?] ho, she f*cked the weed man for an extra g
f*cking two hoes with the same name, i gotta an extra [?]
[verse 3: ysr bruce]
walk a n*gga down with this glock, you know i keep a fully
i’m the same n*gga since high school, b*tch, i’ve been a bully
i just brought back like 20,000 off some f*cking bullies
50,000 later, cash [?] fully
flipped the car, then [?] ring me up another rack
sick as h*ll, she only 17 and got her head cracked
i just hit the road like three times and made like 50 racks
and if [?] h*ll, then i’ma tripple back

[verse 4: ysr gramz]
she just f*cked everybody, you tryna nut in that
he try to run off with a bag, ain’t none of that
my n*gga ready to knock sh*t down, like lumberjacks
i’m in cali shopping with the plug, send another load
quarterbacking with them p’s, i just give and go
got the head from that b*tch, you had to eat that ho
caught him with them beecher boys, he ’bout to beat that ho
we finna slide on his block, we just got his [?]

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
yep
guess what? i’m so beecher
remember heating the crib with the stoves, sleeping by the heater
i bring everything in life, i am not no dreamer
[?] for my pop, boy, i don’t got no fever
young dawg [?] but this [?]
he talked to girl for like four days, but i pimp steal
brodie round this b*tch popping e’s, he on his sixth pill
hit a l!ck on a n*gga trap, that’s a sick steal
[verse 6: ysr bruce]
i’ll rock a n*gga [?] no [?]
feel like mad max every time when i’m on a drill
opps tryna beef [?] b*tch, you lil bill
[?] b*tch, you know i got the better deal
9, 10, 11, chrome top, this my mama steal
n*ggas steady making diss songs, b*tch, this sh*t real
[?] some n*ggas up hundred k and never signed a deal
[?]
i can’t say that sh*t
one more time

- ysr bruce lyrics

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