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lirik lagu ysr gramz - goat shit

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[intro]
we just talkin’ ’bout practice
we sittin’, i’m supposed to be the franchise player
and we in here talkin’ about practice (ooh, sav k!lled it)
i mean, listen, we talkin’ about practice
not a game, not a game, not a game
we talkin’ about practice
not a game
not a, not a, not the game that i’d go out there and, and die for
and play every game like it’s my last, not the game
we talkin’ about practice, man
i mean, how silly is that, man? we talkin’ about practice

[verse]
break a n~gga whole blunt in half, i don’t like swishers
chasin’ n~ggas down with the 40 like old liquor
it get ugly when i shoot, derek fisher
i’ma let y’all rap about dope, i’ma mind my business
almost quit rap one time ’cause i ain’t see the vision
bro like stealin’, poppin’ pills, and he beat up women?
man, this sh~t was hard work, none of this sh~t was given
i’m ’bout to gift wrap a n~gga, hand me a ribbon
don’t make me swing that chop back and forth like we playin’ tennis
i know your real life, n~gga, you a kitten
you constipated, n~gga, you ain’t sh~ttin’
tell ’em i got p’s for the low and i might never ship it
heard you got the p’s in, what’s the ticket?
this b~tch p~ssy so dry like a f~ckin’ biscuit
my b~tch p~ssy so good, only make snippets
these rap n~ggas wack, xzibit
i ain’t tryna go back broke, i need every penny
bro droppin’ threes in the pop, dark like henny
she suck d~ck for the free, took the b~tch to denny’s
when my b~tch hear that bar, she gon’ be like, “really?”
i ain’t arguin’ with no n~gga, man, these n~ggas silly
fat n~gga, fresher than a b~tch, man, i feel like biggie
bronem steady sparkin’ up blacks, got my head dizzy
the bag slowed down, i’m ’bout to f~ck with giffies
n~gga, you is not cut, you don’t need no band~aid
i can tell these n~ggas hate me by they f~ckin’ handshake
make a couple hundred thousand f~ckin’ with the land bank
i don’t want the head ’cause the b~tch breath stank
i can tell that weed trash, i got a f~ckin’ headache
i’m finna beat this b~tch down ’til the f~ckin’ bed break
sold dog some rps, but them b~tches man~made
givin’ fades when i shoot, n~gga, dwyane wade


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