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big sad 1900 - 2 p.m. lyrics

[intro]
aye tho
talk my sh+t
yea look…

[verse 1]
stomp a n+gga out in the club, i dare he mean mug
7 ounces in a 20 oz, yeah i love the drugs. in court looking mean as f+ck, cuz i hate the judge
n+gga you don’t even got a car, how you the plug?
i be wit yo b+tch getting high off that percocet, never met the b+tch she cashed me out [?]
ion need yo heart, look b+tch i need a rolex, a condo, a benz, a z06 corvette
big choppas n+gga in the field like we huntin
typa n+gga go for it baby i ain’t puntn
ask them b+tches that you be with, i ain’t frontin;
you posting other n+ggas sh+t, n+gga you be bluffing
they gave my n+gga all that time, down in the sucka
ain’t f+cking with no goofy as n+ggas im a hustla
i lost hope, i been broke never been no busta
she can’t even get my d+ck hard, then i won’t touch her

[interlude]
huh…

you know we on that sh+t man, feel me?
ain’t f+ckin with no sucka ass n+ggas…
f+ckin with them b+tches man. b+tches can’t even hold a n+gga down man
better stack that money up n+gga. run that sh+t up n+gga
have that lawyer ready n+gga…
[verse 2]
i’m the hottest out my section, know our rap, know our street sh+t, i need a v12 you can keep that v6
slap a n+gga all in the club over a sneak diss
forgiato’s on everything boy it be bleed sh+t
hit the count jail, call my ion need sh+t
yelling out “move b+tch” just like i’m ludacris
im a boss you seen a [?]
f+ck being broke, i sn+tch a n+gga out his sh+t quick
late nights tipping through the city i ran all lights
was on wit the suckas so we bump heads, we finna fight
n+gga you ain’t instagram trooper, you ain’t got stripes
i’m a die shooting when a n+gga try to take my life
summer ot sippin lean on a private flight
n+ggas always gas these hoes up but i don’t know the hype
ballin on these n+ggas eyes closed n+gga like mike
same n+gga i was up the road you ain’t send the kite

[outro…]

- big sad 1900 lyrics

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