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big sad 1900 – million dollar nigga lyrics

[intro]
aye
aye bro i don’t like your b+tch bro, you like your b+tch
thats why she your b+tch
haha stupid
(420)

[chorus]
look b+tch im a million dollar n+gga (huh)
ever got f+cked by a million dollar k!ller (yeah)
county jail fades squabble down we run n+ggas (let’s go)
you live with your momma you run with them bum n+ggas (come on)
you say that’s your b+tch she been tryna come with us (n+gga what)
you ain’t got no gun n+gga you can’t run with us (nah)
cause you know it’s going down when we catch them one n+ggas
i can show you how to move but i can’t teach a dumb n+gga
[verse 1]
lay it out lay my money out (lay my money out)
b+tch i only pulled up to put my d+ck right in your mouth (b+tch)
light skin bad b+tch like latto from the south
this a draco they get to talkin i’ma clear it out
in new york i’m out here having meeting with the label
i walked right out that b+tch and left that deal right on the tablе
get it how you live i know evеrybody ain’t able (nah)
i was tryna help her granny out with her cable
its twenty twenty three ima stop dissing the dead (i’m done)
but if you n+ggas living i’m still on you n+ggas heads (b+tch im on you n+ggas heads)
i got a b+tch in atlanta she just like to keep me fed (yeah)
i got a b+tch in miami she just like to give me head (huh)

[bridge]
i don’t care if you a street dude with hundred murders
or you some you know ivy league princeton graduate
i’ma respect you as a man or a woman or a threat
i’ma give you a hundred percent respect
yeah until i dont
yeah until i don’t then ima give you a hundred percent disrespect
right
i’m not gonna do the middle half way halfway subliminal little bit nah

[verse 1]
tuck it in they tuck it in or ima take it off (gimme that)
all the bad b+tches in my dm’s see im taking off (see im taking off)
take a l took a lost then i became a boss (yeah)
putting ghetto n+ggas in position like im rick ross
oh tee pouring out the pint b+tch get lost (yeah)
don’t be taggin’ me i’m the wrong one to p+ss off (p+ssy ass)
used to love that b+tch but i don’t know she get my d+ck soft (i don’t know)
catch an opp watch his body drop then we getting off
sport mode type of sh+t play with her hormones (yeah)
f+ck rap i dont give a f+ck if i go gold (yeah i dont give a f+ck)
pulling up in foreigns still pulling out my bankroll (yeah)
caught a case ten days later n+gga case closed (case closed)
young n+gga these hoes know im wild
i’m not your baby daddy b+tch that is not my child (nah)
a couple thousand on these shoes these is not your style
my gun go boom boom your gun go pow (pow pow)
[outro]
f+ck these n+ggas talking about man
like on some real sh+t like n+gga
you+you claimin’ her im banging her
like its a difference
you claimin’ her im banging her man
you claim the b+tch
you can have that title
you know i just wanna come through and beat her brains down
you know smack it all from the back while i pull her hair
off a percocet or somthin’
you can claim her though you hold her hand
you lay with the b+tch you hold her that’s your job

- big sad 1900 lyrics

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