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big sad 1900 & uce lee - acting up lyrics

[intro]
(what up, uce?)
ayy, let me call you right back, i’m in the booth
give me two seconds
call steve up
alright
yeah
look, ayy

[chorus]
see them hoes twerkin’ in this b+tch, they be actin’ up
see frowns all on n+ggas’ face like they ain’t have enough
put a hand on me in this b+tch and they gon’ bag you in
always a n+gga in this b+tch that be actin’ tough
blowin’ za, headed to memphis, i did a turnaround
nothin’ but parolees and felons in my background
lil’ n+gga, make you backflip, ain’t no back down
you take anything from me, look how that sound

[verse 1]
i was eight, punchin’ on them n+ggas on the playground (yeah)
we can shoot it out, i’ve been waitin’ any day now (yeah)
last n+gga, left him in the store with his face down
i went broke, had to take a trip on thee greyhound
duckin’ off all ’round this b+tch, it get tricky
they like, “who the king of l.a.?” and i’m like, “nipsey”
baby popped a perc and then she put on pretty ricky
send her out of town for thirty days and i need fifty (yeah)
i don’t know them n+ggas, but i hear they tryna diss me (nah)
i’ma shoot a n+gga in his back like he ricky
fifty rounds on me, tell a n+gga come get with me
play that 2pac in this b+tch and we get jiggy
tried to knock me down last year, but they ain’t hit me
gotta pray to god ’cause i know that he was with me
ignorin’ all these b+tches in my dm like they miss me
you ain’t entertainin’, lil’ b+tch, you ain’t missy
[chorus]
see them hoes twerkin’ in this b+tch, they be actin’ up
see frowns all on n+ggas’ face like they ain’t have enough
put a hand on me in this b+tch and they gon’ bag you in
always a n+gga in this b+tch that be actin’ tough
blowin’ za, headed to memphis, i did a turnaround
nothin’ but parolees and felons in my background
lil’ n+gga, make you backflip, ain’t no back down
you take anything from me, look how that sound

[verse 2]
push+start, pulled off the lot, i dropped twenty (huh?)
ridin’ ’round with a hundred rounds in the bentley (yeah)
spent fifteen hundred on the sweater, it’s givenchy
classy b+tch or a ghetto b+tch, i ain’t picky
wock’ with vanilla, park my whip up at joe’s
i know you think they rap, lil’ b+tch, they pimp hoes
inspired when i seen them drug dealers in a rolls
like how the f+ck they spend all that money on them clothes?
interested in murder, i was interested in gold
tell me, why you f+ckin’ with that n+gga and he told? (huh?)
oh you got a gun now? n+gga, think you bold?
smash, hit the gas, and took journeys on the road
six in my twenty ounce, she playin’ with her nose
straps in the set, they like, “n+gga, who you know?”
a n+gga ’round this b+tch, i go to court with my pole
let off shots in this b+tch and everybody get low
[chorus]
see them hoes twerkin’ in this b+tch, they be actin’ up
see frowns all on n+ggas’ face like they ain’t have enough
put a hand on me in this b+tch and they gon’ bag you in
always a n+gga in this b+tch that be actin’ tough
blowin’ za, headed to memphis, i did a turnaround
nothin’ but parolees and felons in my background
lil’ n+gga, make you backflip, ain’t no back down
you take anything from me, look how that sound

- big sad 1900 uce lee lyrics

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