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lirik lagu ysr gramz & yn jay - other phone

[intro: yn jay]
ayy, yeah
alright

[verse 1: yn jay]
you gotta call my other, other, other phone just to pull up on me
ridin’ around with a dinner roll, i got too much money
ayy, this ain’t no chicken strip, this a dinner roll
bad b~tch shakin’ ass, she on a stripper pole (ayy)
it’s too many b~tches in my crib, i can pick the hoes
i don’t bust pounds down no more, i just flip the ‘bows
living room wide open, but the kitchen closed
billion dollars every month off distrokid, that’s my biggest goal
b~tch got the flattest ass in the party, but got the biggest nose
n~gga got a bullsh~t watch on, got his wrist swole
i done made a hundred thousand dollars off a flip phone
kidd walked up to me, said, “wow, how your wrist glow?”
i know an old~school n~gga still get bricks gone
the house frame still on the street, but the bricks gone
covid~19 in your crib, that’s a sick home
‘member back then, the dope phone was the rich phone

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
why the f~ck you buy them ‘bows if you can’t get ’em gone?
a bunch of bands in this house, i ain’t home alone
a bunch of rats in your circle, you n~ggas bold
i just bought a big~ass ten milli’, it’ll send you home
if that p~ssy got a smell, then somethin’ wrong
a n~gga tried to fight me one~on~one and he got jumped on
your b~tch brung p~ssy over to my crib, it got humped on
my lil’ cousin down south gettin’ runtz gone
a n~gga slide down this block, i’ma let it up
you would think 2pac in this whip the way we hit him up
the first time you made ten bands, you went and got some buffs
now you look rich but you broke, you n~ggas dumb as f~ck
she think i’m finna fall in love, i just wanna f~ck
every day a n~gga wake up, i’ma run it up
i paid three hundred dollars for this double cup
i made 7k today while you was cuddled up
[verse 3: yn jay]
b~tch shakin’ ass in the club, she finna f~ck it up
b~tch walk around, two balloons, she got a bubble b~tt
i’m finna put a play in motion, gotta huddle up
7.62s hit his head, i had to shut him up
i f~ck a b~tch and then i’m done, you tryna cuddle up
you makin’ bets on fanduel tryna bubble up
i just put a hundred thousand up, that’s another buck
i got a freaky bad b~tch tryna suck me up

[verse 4: ysr gramz]
and that’s the same b~tch you n~ggas out here tryna cuff
i’ma hit you with this glock since you think you buff
n~ggas out here sh~t talkin’ on beats, n~ggas think they us
send a n~gga to the store and go and get some blunts
i made ten in one day, it would’ve took you months
og f~ck with that sh~t, i still call him unc’
it’s 2024, you still smokin’ bunk
i hit him with a 40, you would think he drunk

- lirik lagu ysr gramz yn jay

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