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letra de exposed - big sad 1900

[hook]
you wanna play, play dead, or get exposed?
but play with me and ima show you, you a hoe
b-tch you local you ain’t never hit the road
your chains hollow you can’t brag about that gold
she got ass she switchin’ grippin’ the pole
i got money buy a pint and drop a four
you actin slow we gon’ show you how this go
i run with felon’s we thuggin carryin’ poles

[verse]
my young n-ggas wildin you better pipe down
i’m making cash deposits n-gga right now
aye i’m just tellin’ my story this just my lifestyle
i did some sh-t i can’t take back and i can’t cry now
aye 2am im on the block with the crips
i learned some game real smooth from uncle rick
i slapped the f-ck outta the b-tch thinkin’ she sl!ck
i’m comin’ showin’ my ass when i gеt rich
i run with k!llers and demons they wanna lock up up
if i ain’t strappеd with that bl!cky then they done pop us up
i see you trickin your money and you ain’t got enough
you n-ggas losin’ your swag out here lookin’ ruff
i dropped the bands on the watch when i was 21
i’m troopin’ with my k!llers bought a bigger gun
better put those kids up and go and hide your son
i was shootin’ videos when i was on the run
[hook]
you wanna play, play dead, or get exposed?
but play with me and ima show you, you a hoe
b-tch you local you ain’t never hit the road
your chains hollow you can’t brag about that gold
she got ass she switchin’ grippin’ the pole
i got money buy a pint and drop a four
you actin slow we gon’ show you how this go
i run with felon’s we thuggin carryin’ poles

[verse]
young n-gga i get crackin so dont judge me
them young n-ggas they be wishin that they was me
bad b-tches pullin up just to hug me
dont want war dont want beef then dont mug me
i spent racks for the jacket on my back
joe’s market we hangin’ on cadillac
come shoot you know we ain’t havin that
the homies hangin’ outside the rabbit trap
black n-gga pushin foreign through the city
i just wanna get the m’s like im diddy
fit check little b-tch i be crispy
city will never be the same since nipsey
play with your momma you stupid for tryna diss me
hit my phone tellin’ me that she miss me
im walking out in ck im kinda tipsy
them n-ggas sayin’ its a problem come and get me
[hook]
you wanna play, play dead, or get exposed?
but play with me and ima show you, you a hoe
b-tch you local you ain’t never hit the road
your chains hollow you can’t brag about that gold
she got ass she switchin’ grippin’ the pole
i got money buy a pint and drop a four
you actin slow we gon’ show you how this go
i run with felon’s we thuggin carryin’ poles

- big sad 1900

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