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letra de 2 p.m. - big sad 1900

[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

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