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lirik lagu fish bowl – ysr gramz & enrgy beats

[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)

[verse 1: 1up tee]
give me like ten
i’m in this b*tch with teejaee, gramz, and krispylife kidd
you know my plug crispy too, he got them chicken thighs in
he’ll drive ’em to you quick, he on some jimmy john’s sh*t
deep as h*ll, chopper singin’ on some giveon sh*t
i got tickets close to warren on some centerline sh*t
two*hour drive and i’m ridin’ with a pretty fine b*tch
any n*gga every played in my city got k!lled

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
dog got locked, but soon as he get out, he gettin’ pill
i’m only here for one day doin’ features, i’m finna dip
bro got so many bluеs on him, i’m startin’ to think he crip
dog tryna backdoor my mans, he don’t think we hip
fat n*gga, got a rockеt on me, this b*tch split wigs
quarterbackin’ plays like i’m trevon diggs
i ain’t smokin’ in this whip until we at the crib
i knew he had bullsh*t weed, it smell like a cig

[verse 3: jungle]
runnin’ with some money in my jeans and money don’t run in my genes
so that mean i came from nothin’ out the mud, we had to dig
had it hard, a different crispy life, shout*out my n*gga kidd
but i’m good in every hood because my shooter special ed
all these knots, it look like somebody beatin’ on us
deuce after deuce, bro only drink even numbers
blue hundreds, mixed b*tches, all this motion got me seein’ colors
i got your b*tch location, man, i think this b*tch cheatin’ on us
[verse 4: krispylife kidd]
you in luck, jungle, i just poured an eight, that’s an even number
my b*tch p*ssed me off one day, so i had my fiends jump her
new crib big as f*ck, i gotta get me a butler
i ain’t did sh*t to n0body this season, had a clean summer
i know a n*gga, every time he broke, he’ll beat his b*tch
i know a setup b*tch that’ll get you whacked and plead the fifth
and me and my n*ggas over here winnin’, boy, you ain’t seen a chip
i’m rollin’ with a pocket of blues, i’m ken and them

[verse 5: glockboyz teejaee]
he was actin’ like he gang, bro took his watch from him
they can book me for a wedding out in london, b*tch, the chop comin’
slidin’ with them fullies every day, this was a hot summer
glock 29, that’s that small ten*milli’, my favorite number, yeah
probably been lookin’ for your b*tch, she on my d*ck
even when i lose my mind, it’s crazy, i find a bl!ck
i know a n*gga who worked a real job, saved his money, bought a brick
and i know a n*gga who never had a job, he just took hits

[verse 6: 1up tee]
48223, might take my flint homes to the smith homes
you ass*backwards, you got ricks on, but you p*ss poor
we at motor city on the fifth floor, ’bout to tip hoes
my k!ller walkin’, he gon’ tip*toe, he gon’ tip*toe
[verse 7: ysr gramz]
draco slammed him on his neck like the big show
it’s f*cked up he told, back then, he had bricks, though
my shooter k!ll n*ggas, but back then, he used to hit ‘ro
they hit him in his head, now it’s painted like cisco

[verse 8: jungle]
when it come to sell opps into holes, we don’t miss those
ain’t sh*t to have a bad b*tch trippin’ like she got six toes
bro ride hot, he got a chop and like six ‘bows
he got a broke opp ridin’ around in a fishbowl

[verse 9: krispylife kidd]
mask on in my mama sh*t, her sh*t fishbowl
[?][2:13], we be trippin’, we ten toes

[verse 10: glockboyz teejaee]
we bet a thousand on ten, it came six*four
he mad at me, i f*cked his b*tch, but i ain’t even know

- ysr gramz enrgy beats

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