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evil thoughts - ysr gramz lyrics

[intro: rmc mike]
b*tch
(enrgy beats)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
walked around with two or three bands before i had a wallet (before i owned a wallet)
you talking like a k!ller, never dropped no bodies (you never dropped no body)
i rap like [?], you n*ggas out your body (these n*ggas out they body)
i’ll have my lil’ dog sn*tch you out your cartis (lil’ bro)
pay me six hundred, book me for your party (book me for it, n*gga)
them lil’ n*ggas from my hood say i talk r*t*rded (b’s up)
post five bands in blues, make myself a target (woo)
you put one gram in ‘woods, man, that sh*t garbage (that’s garbage, n*gga)
i’m a beecher*ass n*gga, throwin’ fours for [?] (for life)
i’m really from the hood, ain’t never been to college (never been to college)
i sell all grams, ain’t never scammed a target (never scammed, n*gga)
shoes foreign as h*ll, you would step in james harden (james harden)
me and kidd be talking crazy, matt and jeff hardy (just like bros)
this 40 stay on me, security, walkie*talkie (woo)
for a fifty sale, i’ll meet you on calkins
play with one of mines, n*gga, it’s gon’ cost you
put a bag on him, n*gga, we just bought you (we just bought a n*gga)
n*gga, we’ll take your sh*t like a f*ckin’ charger (like a charger)
my lil’ cousin rough at f*ckin’, put him on your daughter
get money, b*tch, that’s what my granny taught me (that’s what my granny taught me)
[verse 2: rmc mike]
quavis, let’s get it poppin’
i done sold ninety*one grams of some dennis rodman
your b*tch my number*one fan, i got the lippage up out her
cuz went to texas and fell off, he a lyft driver
ayy, i got a big problem
i don’t beat my b*tch ass no more, i slap the sh*t out her
bro done ran through seven cars this year, he a whip dropper
plugged in, i just got a pint from my b*tch doctor
huh, i’m drinking every drop
four lines in a twenty*ounce, boy, this a heavy pop
your b*tch fell in love with a king, she coretta scott
i’m just looking for a trap queen, n*gga, fetty wap
haha, i think i’m ready now
snuck my two*five in the club, give ’em a belly shot
used to show love on the drank, i’m acting petty now
i just got some head and made a play at uncle eddy house

- ysr gramz lyrics

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