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big sad 1900 - send her back 4am lyrics

[intro]
on everything
it just be like that you know
yeah
what up uce
look

[chorus]
we can take this money out the safe go and blow something
wok with the cream with a sprite let me know something
one twenty on the freeway it’s about four something
send her back to cuddle up with you we dont know nothing
[verse 1]
german engineering wood grain while i’m steering
baby i’m a boss i just hope you see the difference
she wear the big bags say she independent (she independent)
i see you hoein’ but tell me is you living? (yeah)
is you living baby is you living?
i’m the type of n+gga you can get with and make a million
we be hopping on these flight we not hoppin’ in our feelings (nah)
the type of n+gga set up shop make a k!lling
leather on my seats designer on my cleats
i was touching real money out here tryna be meech
every n+gga that i loved somehow they end up six feet
you poppin crazy let me catch you tryna get a six piece (huh)
i got court in the morning and they always on my ass (always on my ass)
remember days on the block we was running from the crash (yeah)
remember i had the lac the porsche the s+class
pulling up beating and pulling off going fast (uhuh)

[chorus]
we can take this money out the safe go and blow something
wok with the cream with a sprite let me know something
one twenty on the freeway it’s about four something
send her back to cuddle up with you we dont know nothing
we can take this money out the safe go and blow something
wok with the cream with a sprite let me know something
one twenty on the freeway it’s about four something
send her back to cuddle up with you we dont know nothing
[verse 2]
we poppin’ bottles in this b+tch we got rosé
we at the mall dragging bags out of dolce (yeah)
i can’t even claim the b+tch i’m like no way (i’m like no way)
bag b+tches flocking for a n+gga at the golden state
b+tch you hold a n+gga down because you love me
i be gripping on that ass when you hug me (come here)
we hit the road we getting money this sh+t is lovely (sh+t is lovely)
them b+tches hate texting me telling me f+ck me
big benz all i got is drug dealer, pimp friends (yeah)
lil bro walked the five piece now he back again (huh)
they act again ima act a fool and attack again (attack agian)
got them bands why you think you see me with them africans (come on)
i was down got up off my ass and got a masterplan (got a masterplan)
i don’t know them bum ass n+ggas so don’t ask again (nah)
caught em’ in a picture with that n+gga we crash his kin
caught em’ at the light he swerve he crashed his benz (he crashed his benz)

- big sad 1900 lyrics

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