YSR Gramz - Everybody His Kousin

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[intro] (overdog) (stupiddog, i ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard) [chorus] Chatty-ass nigga, callin' everybody his cousin I'm from beecher, if we tied in, i call you bousin If i'm outside, i got my blick with me if i'm clubbin' (if i'm clubbin') He be cappin' in his raps, he be bluffin' I put bread on your head like your ass a mcmuffin (yeah) I'm with the same fuckin' gang like i'm dunkin She be out here givin' bones, pussy, that bitch dusted Brodie out here poppin' all these pills like he lucki (like he lucki) When i was broke, she ain't wanna give me pussy, now we fuckin' (now we fuckin') [verse] Catchin' all these plays, i'm at huckleberry junction A nigga pull up to my crib, i'm comin' out that bitch bustin' (yeah) She think i'm in love with her ass, i'm just lustin' (i'm just lustin') Yeah, i'll pay you 4k for that bag if it's musty (if it's musty) Yeah, i fell off a couple times, i was rusty (yeah) I'ma sell these zips for the low 'cause they ugly (damn, they ugly) Every day i wake the fuck up, i get money (i get it) Every day you sittin' on your ass gettin' nothin' (gettin' nothin') I ain't never been out the country, drac' russian (drac' russian) I'ma keep runnin' to that money, got me rushin' (got my rushin') I remember i was fucked up, ain't give me nothin' (uh-uh-uh) Ridin' back with them 'bows in the car, me and uncle (uh, me and uncle) I feel like kid, i get love in kentucky Shoot him three times with this blick, rodney stuckey (rodney) First day in the pen, brodie beat up on his bunkie (his first day) Don't make flash out and crash like a flunky (don't make me crash) Don't get your ass wrapped up like a mummy (don't get your ass) I told her, keep throwin' that ass," i'ma throw this money Fuck one time, ain't text back, she say i'm actin' funny I'm just out here gettin' to that money, baby, ysr Broke boy, go and get a job, you ain't got a car (he ain't got a car) No, this ain't no fuckin' draco, this a ar (this a ar) Old petty-ass nigga, you got a petty heart (got a petty heart) I'm a motherfuckin' rapper, hope i hit the charts (hope i hit the charts) You a petty-ass nigga, you be punchin' carts Nigga happy, got a 2018 push-to-start (that be about it) He tryna beef about a bitch, he got a tender heart (got a tender heart) I always knew i was that nigga since kindergarten (cap) You a weird-ass, rappin'-ass nigga, you be at diddy party (yeah, yeah) Came a long way, was in the 'jects, nigga, rip marty (yeah, rip marty) I'm in the hood flippin' these 'bows, nigga, jeff hardy (yeah) [chorus] Chatty-ass nigga, callin' everybody his cousin I'm from beecher, if we tied in, i call you bousin If i'm outside, i got my blick with me if i'm clubbin' (if i'm clubbin') He be cappin' in his raps, he be bluffin' I put bread on your head like your ass a mcmuffin (yeah) I'm with the same fuckin' gang like i'm dunkin She be out here givin' bones, pussy, that bitch dusted Brodie out here poppin' all these pills like he lucki When i was broke, she ain't wanna give me pussy, now we fuckin' [outro] Ysr shit
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