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99 & 2000's - ysr gramz & louie ray lyrics

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
we like cash money records, b*tch, we living legends
brodie walked in the stu with a smith and wesson
me and money go together, b*tch, that’s my best friend
hit his ass with that [.?], bet he learn his lesson
is you gon’ let me f*ck or not? b*tch, i’m tired of texting
my n*gga balling out in [?] like [?]
who can point me to them boes? n*gga, i’m investing
i’m a no limit soldier, but i’m not from [?]

[verse 2: louie ray]
the streets had me in so deep, that i ain’t have an exit
n*gga, before i rapped, i used to have a necklace
i just got fivе boes seeled to go to texas
doing a hundrеd talking on the phone, but i ain’t driving wreckless
i’m pouring [?] mixed with [?]
i was tryna tell you i was busy, but she call me texting
40,000 cash on me normal, i don’t think i’m flexing
cali weed ain’t cheap as n*ggas thought, that’s whhy i [?]
jump out the [?] switch power [?]
threw the stomach fat in her ass, it’s not an injection
i’m tryna count some more money tonight, this sh*t an obsession
i’m tryna book [?] the whole night, we need two sessions

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
the boes just landed at the crib, i just caught my blessings
my n*ggas just slid on the opps, they was in the [?]
treat his ass like a football, get him intersepted
so many guns in my crib, hard to choose my weapon
in the booth with [?] smoking hundred 7’s
if i blow this whistle at you, you gon’ go to heaven
don’t try to preach to me, n*gga, you is not a revrend
my n*ggas got glocks, chops and opps and smith and wessons
seen an opp in the stu, we finna end the session
i’m finna f*ck her one time, then she get neglected

- ysr gramz louie ray lyrics

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