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2019 flow - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
enrgy beats
open the f*ck up
2019 flow
b*tch
young sak runner

[verse]
he got kicked out his hood ’cause he scammed flint (’cause he scammed)
chopstick smackdown ’cause it slam sh*t (’cause it slam)
like a f*ckin’ ram truck, i ram sh*t (i ram sh*t)
i see that lil ass f*ckin’ money, that’s yo’ man’s sh*t
out in la buyin’ bow’s with scam ‘nem
hold on bring that card back, you ain’t scan them
you can have a hunnid guns, you ain’t scarin’ them
my n*ggas having fun, swipin’ cards out in maryland
i got so many f*ckin’ shoes, i ain’t wearin’ em
if i’m in love with the b*tch, i ain’t sharin’ her
i’m a petty ass n*gga, pourin’ green in a fanta
comin’ to yo city with that bag like i’m santa
aight, my white b*tch drive for me, name amanda
i got a lot of lit fans out in canada
if he diss me in a song then we bannin’ em
you wanna start some rap beef? i’m comin’ for yo manager
you wanna make some money? drive these bow’s to alabama
i know a white n*gga, get money, adam sandler
he got a off brand clip, it’s a jammer
you know i hang with drug dealers and the scammers
okay, you wanna talk down? i’ma fan ’em
don’t put his ass in no f*ckin’ wood, pour him in a fanta
if this was f*ckin’ dipset, b*tch i’m santana
i’ll beat a n*gga ass, def jam vendetta
b*tch, i’m d*mn near runnin’ out of breathe, i can’t rap no more
you let a n*gga take yo strap, don’t got strap no more
bet a thousand to my thousand, i can’t f*ck your ho
i’m shootin’ dice with these n*ggas, i just tuck and roll
i’m tryna f*ck her from the back, make her touch her toes
red beam on the glock, i could touch yo nose
i could press a b*tton right now, we’ll up the score
sittin’ here thinkin’ to myself how to be up some more
she just ate my d*ck up like a lunchable
oh you just got it in? i had it months ago
you be hanging round n*ggas for a blunt to smoke
i would chase your ass down, but i run too slow
they ain’t even f*ckin’ with me with my 1*2 flow
i’ll never ever cough a ran through ho
in high school you got f*cked in a bando
soon as you spend twenty then a band gone
in a car finna slide, turn a band on
hot ass h*ll in the booth, turn a fan on
please stop rappin’ songs ’cause you sayin’ it wrong

- ysr gramz lyrics

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