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wham - ysr big dev lyrics

[intro: ysr gramz]
mush a rap— alright

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
mush a rap n*gga in his mouth, n*gga, shut up
catch him outside, his eyes big like we set him up
b*tch only wanna buy a quarter, talkin’ ’bout hurry up
f*ck a backwood, stuffed his ass in this cherry blunt
n*gga talkin’ ’bout he smokin’ za, he still rollin’ runtz
a bunch of ‘bows in that back room, that’s why it smell like skunks
huh, that’s why it stank back there
every time you see me outside, you know that k right there
they gon’ spray that who court up, i won’t play right there
b*tch done wet the whole bed up, i can’t lay right there
yop, b*tch, let me switch it up
you would think them n*ggas was some horses, we made ’em giddy up
if she got big b00bs on her chest, she gettin’ titty f*cked
i will not cuff that lil’ b*tch, she let the city f*ck
she thought she was gettin’ money out me, lil’ silly b*tt
i told ’em slide with the f&n if he really cut

[verse 2: ysr big dev]
this n*gga got his ass hit with fin tryna f*ckin’ spin
you never gon’ win against the 5, we the taliban
pro mags in your f*ckin’ switch, that b*tch gon’ jam
i put sixty on a h*lly, this b*tch h*lly spam
boy, you smokin’ ten*dollar eighthies, that is not no wham
if you ain’t hatin’ on my side, why you trippin’ then?
if you ain’t gon’ bust that fire, why you gettin’ in?
the first time i tried to catch a hat, i was out the whip
the first time i tried to catch a hat, i had the second gen
better stay on your feet, don’t skip and trip
you don’t wanna die in this b*tch, i got a four*nick’
you shootin’ with your eyes closed, you ain’t on sh*t
[verse 3: ysr gramz]
every time ysr drop, it be no skips
you rappin’ like a shooter in your songs, pulled no skits
lil’ bro’d get up on your ass and he 4’6″
them n*ggas over there got wack jumpers, they be throwin’ bricks
stripper b*tch called me broke ’cause i ain’t throw her sh*t
t.i. ballin’ the drank, in here pourin’ sh*t
they kicked that n*gga off the team ’cause he ain’t blow his bl!ck

[verse 4: ysr big dev]
hit a bad b*tch the other day and i recorded it
n*gga heard “bing, boom, baow” and he dropped his bl!ck
why you put that gun in my hand know i’m taking sh*t?
the bug shots hit his ass, look like bacon bits
you talkin’ all that gangster sh*t knowin’ you a snitch
don’t try to play them house games, i’m at mama sh*t
n*gga, keep playin’, i’ma spray your f*ckin’ mama whip
t got the drac’ in this b*tch and he hardly miss

- ysr big dev lyrics

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