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big sad 1900 - we pass flirting lyrics

[hook]
you know i f+ck with you what you tryna do
i’m chillin’ at the house and you can slide through
i’m not them other n+ggas that you had boo
aye plus im in the streets im moving fast too
expensive sh+t on your bags i’m talkin birkins
i flew you out to the island and we was surfin
these b+tches all on your page and they keep lurkin’
i’m goin’ raw in that p+ssy we past flirtin’

[verse]
aye you a bad b+tch and you know that
you had to get in your bag you had to show that
i see you movin your ass the way you throw that
i’m out here playin with bands and i’m like hold that
we poppin out in the city we got it lit tonight
we dropped the top of the coup this was a different price
she know i’m still in the streets and i ain’t living right
she can lean on me when she ain’t feeling right
look we known in thе city you the baddest out
aye you thе most poppin’ that’s what they mad about
aye you the typa b+tch that i can brag about
beat that lil p+ssy then i’m passin’ out
aye she know ima die about this sh+t
everywhere i go its glock with a stick
keep her out the way imma keep her out the mix
pull up in a 7 she gon’ pull up in a 6
[hook]
you know i f+ck with you what you tryna do
i’m chillin’ at the house and you can slide through
i’m not them other n+ggas that you had boo
aye plus im in the streets im moving fast too
expensive sh+t on your bags i’m talkin birkins
i flew you out to the island and we was surfin
these b+tches all on your page and they keep lurkin’
i’m goin raw in that p+ssy we past flirtin’

[verse]
we state to state with this money we tryna get it
movin fast we ain’t tryna catch feelings
i’m still trappin’ i’ve been tryna make a million
my b+tches get what they want we really livin’
you the one around this b+tch you the truth
you stayed down for this sh+t was never loose
aye we gon’ take it to the top just me and you
pullin off from the lot we buying two
yeah you a loyal b+tch you can ride with me
the type of b+tch i see up on my side with me
she get nasty around me she ain’t shy with me
subpoena this b+tch to court and she gon’ lie with me
she don’t really sip but she’ll sip with me
aye she ain’t in the streets but off the hip for me
come around close your mouth don’t do the lip with me
i told the b+tch to run it up the rest is history
[hook]
you know i f+ck with you what you tryna do
i’m chillin’ at the house and you can slide through
i’m not them other n+ggas that you had boo
aye plus im in the streets im moving fast too
expensive sh+t on your bags i’m talkin birkins
i flew you out to the island and we was surfin
these b+tches all on your page and they keep lurkin’
i’m goin raw in that p+ssy we past flirtin’

- big sad 1900 lyrics

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