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99 cent a song - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
nito, what up, my n*gga?

[verse]
most of these n*ggas shooters, they be poppin’ n*ggas
i know some n*ggas from the north, they be robbin’ n*ggas
i don’t f*ck with doggy bone, can’t get no dollars with him
yeah, i’m still in the hood gettin’ guala, n*gga
baby girl head different, yeah, she swallow n*ggas
if we beefin’ in the club, i’ll bottle n*ggas
they beef too much around here, can’t even ride with n*ggas
if you ain’t one of mines, n*gga, i can’t slide with you
my n*gga say he wanna slide, i’m finna slide with him
if i go broke right now, you gon’ stay down with me?
my n*ggas stabbin’ n*ggas up, tryna find sydney
unc’ havin’ withdrawls, he can’t find whitney
i don’t f*ck with you no more, you crossed the line with me
you ain’t really gang gang, you ain’t my—
you ain’t really gang gang, you ain’t my slime really
b*tch, you ugly as f*ck, you ain’t fine, really
he tryna steal some petty sh*t, that’s a sign, really
my lil’ n*gga popped up with a ten milli’
my n*gga out here doin’ scams, scammed ten cities
every glock on the block got ten titties
that mean we got them fifty rounds and they fast as h*ll
i know i rap, but i still got bags for sale
you n*ggas broke, still out here playin’ madden 12
i’m outside right now, who got a mask for sale?
my lil’ n*gga say he got beef, who got mags for sale?
you in love with that b*tch, she got ass for sale
don’t ask me, “can you hit her?” you better ask yourself
if i hit you with this glock, you gon’ have to patch yourself
ain’t n0body teach me how to rap, i had to rap myself
i ain’t let no n*gga wrap my ‘bows, i’ma wrap ’em myself
like why the f*ck would i front you? i’ll sell ’em myself
why would i sign a record deal? i could sell it myself
ninety*nine cent for a song, i’m sellin’ myself
i’ll never sign a deal, i ain’t sellin’ myself
n*gga, you know you stink bad, you smellin’ yourself
i flew to california to mail it myself
ysr gramz, the fans say i go crazy
my cousin mama was a fiend, he a dope baby
all i do is sell weed, i don’t sell dope, baby
please listen to ysr gramz, my sh*t dope, baby
verse 2, lil’ n*gga, i’m finna go brazy
the lean got me walkin’ slow like an old lady
you don’t get no p*ssy, lil’ n*gga, you got no ladies
you broke as h*ll around this b*tch, got four babies
i just stuffed a big backwood with four eighties
shot thirteen shots out the glock like tracy mcgrady
my lil’ n*ggas on the road goin’ so crazy
you don’t get no money, lil’ n*gga, ’cause you so lazy

- ysr gramz lyrics

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