Back To Cali

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YSR Gramz - Rap, USA

Back To Cali

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[Intro] (Damn, Bryce, this shit too icey) Damn, YSR, this shit too nice (Good lookin', Cali) (Good lookin', Cali) [Chorus] Soon as I sell all these 'bows, I'm goin' back to Bali Nigga got lost last week, was found in a alley White bitch buy so many pills, I call her Matty Patty I'ma get drunk and throw B's like Uncle Fatty Up all night in the booth like I popped a Addy You got a gun and shot yourself like B Rabbit Naw, Gramz, that wasn't B Rabbit, that was Cheddar Bob Bitch, I wake up everyday and try to beat the odds [Verse] Come get a bag with me, nigga, quit your job Them young niggas slide on niggas like Sideshow Bob Trustin' all them broke niggas got the dice game robbed Bein' a friendly-ass nigga got your ass robbed Old corny-ass nigga, you Corn on a Cob I'm from Beecher, but in Flint we say niggas chatty All the cutе hoes here got brokе baby daddies I'ma savage-ass nigga like that nigga Webbie I had to cut that nigga off 'cause his heart petty That money got me gettin' fat, I got a bowler belly Put a scar on that nigga face like that nigga Nelly You gon' backdoor your mans like that nigga Melly My youngin put a switch on that R, so we call it helly I got Merrill hood niggas, where my nigga Velly? Caught them niggas lackin' on they block, they wasn't even ready I'ma hood-ass nigga, eat fish and spaghetti You can keep the fame, lil' bro, all I want is fetti Don't tell nobody if we fuck, all these hoes messy She got ass in them jeans, she be eatin' Jeffy Bro got aim with that blick, he a whole lefty Like he a left hand shooter Like in the NBA, the left niggas, the left hand niggas always got jumper YSR shit [Chorus] Soon as I sell all these 'bows, I'm goin' back to Bali Nigga got lost last week, was found in a alley White bitch buy so many pills, I call her Matty Patty I'ma get drunk and throw B's like Uncle Fatty Up all night in the booth like I popped a Addy You got a gun and shot yourself like B Rabbit Naw, Gramz, that wasn't B Rabbit, that was Cheddar Bob Bitch, I wake up everyday and try to beat the odds [Outro] Try to beat the odds Try to beat, beat, beat, beat, beat the odds

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  • YSR Gramz