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the godfathers - ysr gramz & krispylife kidd lyrics

[verse 1: krispylife kidd]
just burned a n*gga at a party, i need an alibi
i’m stupid ’cause i did front on fifty cents of i’s
hit a n*gga in his hat with this four*five
and make that b*tch lean, like he [?]
don’t even trip, i won’t be goin’ out no more
’cause every time i step out, i can stop by some hoes
don’t buy no regular pint [?], get my sh*t from lows
n*ggas really don’t be on sh*t, just actin’ off of hoes
i used to wanna swipe but that sh*t time consumin’
i put the black buffs on, now i’m blind in movement
this b*tch tried to spend the night, i’m like, “what you doin’?”
turned that b*tch off ’cause i farted and she kept it movin’
i can’t have no sensei, i’m a f*cked up student
punch a lil’ kid in his sh*t and take his scooter
can’t be a college professor, i’ll f*ck my student
drop a box of ammo on his crib and leave everything movin’
me and my b*tch beefed out, i keep f*ckin’ her friends
i spell this sh*t with a k ’cause it’s my brand
i get a n*gga blew like what’s in my hand
if i’m bustin’ this b*tch, you better pray it jam
if you hit a l!ck on that n*gga, that is not my mans
you buyin’ voodoo from that n*gga, you better shop with gramz
b*tch, how you drop an opp? b*tch, watch how i stand
i know it’s ugly, but you hold a glock with two hands
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
bought a bad batch of bullsh*t, i still got it off
my lil’ cousin’ been up the whole week, he popped some adderall
i fell off, she ain’t wanna f*ck me, i wasn’t mad at all
give me five racks, you can buy my whole catalog
how you a man and a p*ssy? call you cat and dog
i got into a scuffle the other day, we let the ratchet talk
free dblack, he was shootin’ sh*t like a basketball
me and my uncle stand to it, he drink alcohol
free kd, he couldn’t find no lean, he havin’ withdrawls
why all the fat n*ggas with money think they rick ross? (d*mn, jakesand)
i hate all snitches, i’ll cut a n*gga lips off
doggy bone got a fake scat, he think he gettin’ off
i brush my t**th every day, i don’t sh*t talk
cut a n*gga head off and use it to play kick ball
i jump fresh in anything, i got big sauce
throwin’ big b’s and f*ck with n*ggas that be crip walkin’
who tryna drive? i got a gerb up in milwaukee
me and kidd back to back, we like matt and jeff hardy

- ysr gramz krispylife kidd lyrics

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