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letra de i eat lobster - big sad 1900

[intro: big sad 1900, producer tag & kanye west]
ayy
i am west la, n-gga
f-ck that n-gga talkin’ ’bout
(exclusive made this)
bro, aye, bro, aye, aye, bro
i ain’t finish, i ain’t finish my sentence
i didn’t finish my brilliant idea
aye, boi, aye, aye, boi
uh huh

[chorus: big sad 1900]
i’m in here, pullin’ on my hood and talkin’ thumb thru
you ’round here geekin’ off these b-tches that be run thru
i’m standin’ up in the bed like what’s a sunroof?
i leave my shows with all the hoes, and let ’em come thru
you just a big bag b-tch, i get big racks
i eat lobster, this ain’t no mothaf-ckin’ big mac
i heard them n-ggas got your chain, get yo’ sh-t back
a n-gga play me out a dollar, get that sh-t back

[verse 1: big sad 1900]
i do it a dash on [?] to [?]
and i don’t care where n-ggas from, you better not try me
i [?] gangstas in this b-tch, we don’t got id
i pop a perc and roll that blunt, then i call [?]
aye, i got twenty bad b-tches, put ’em front row
i make the play and broke a b-tch out in frisco
i catch y’all n-ggas in that crowd, y’all better get low
i’on give a f-ck [?] you is, you ain’t my big bro
ayy, f-ck a b-tch, f-ck a n-gga, i’m going hollywood
don’t need permission from [?], b-tch i’m know i good
summertime, drop the top, pull up in in every hood
rollin up, tell [?], pass a backwood
i got these n-ggas tryna hate, but i’ma maintain
i got my bruddas on the yard, they in a chain gang
and you ain’t never touch yo’ gun, but you g-ngb-ng
ayy, you a b-tch, he a ho’, y’all like same thing
[chorus: big sad 1900]
i’m in here, pullin’ on my hood and talkin’ thumb thru
you ’round here geekin’ off these b-tches that be run thru
i’m standin’ up in the bed like what’s a sunroof?
i leave my shows with all the hoes, and let ’em come thru
you just a big bag b-tch, i get big racks
i eat lobster, this ain’t no mothaf-ckin’ big mac
i heard them n-ggas got your chain, get yo’ sh-t back
a n-gga play me out a dollar, get that sh-t back

[verse 2: big sad 1900]
i seen you talkin’ on the ‘net, i know you not that
i post a pic with five hunnid, n-gga top that
i [?] shirt off, n-gga stop that
i got the number, block the b-tch and i won’t call back
i’m in the town with my n-ggas, i’m in oakland
i’m sippin’ syrup at the dealer, i got motion
i’m louis v head to toe, forgot my lotion
i take my lil’ white b-tch to the ocean
we talkin’ money, i got more than your big dog
you’re just a rapper not a factor, [?] diss off
them n-ggas broke, i lost respect and got ’em p-ssed off
the b-tch you lay with every night [?] make my d-ck soft
i got love for my n-ggas that be [?]
i can’t d-ckride no rapper, that ain’t like me
you want me dead, then come and put me on a white tee
ayy, this the new generation, this ain’t ice-t
[chorus: big sad 1900]
i’m in here, pullin’ on my hood and talkin’ thumb thru
you ’round here geekin’ off these b-tches that be run thru
i’m standin’ up in the bed like what’s a sunroof?
i leave my shows with all the hoes, and let ’em come thru
you just a big bag b-tch, i get big racks
i eat lobster, this ain’t no mothaf-ckin’ big mac
i heard them n-ggas got your chain, get yo’ sh-t back
a n-gga play me out a dollar, get that sh-t back

[outro: big sad 1900]
if we beefin’ n-gga, walk up and slap me then
man, you see me walk up and slap the sh-t out me, man
see what happen, man
f-ck all that internet sh-t, walk up, slap me, man
see what happen

- big sad 1900

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