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letra de why - big sad 1900

[intro]
yeah, straight like that
you ain’t tryna pick up when i motherf-ckin’ call your ass, b-tch (weak-ass)
f-ck is wrong with you, ho? (f-ck you think you playin’ with, b-tch?)
stupid-ass b-tch (armani, this sh-t stupid, boy)
yeah
there when i pick up, you know?
why you gotta be like that though, you know?
i’m tryna see what’s up, like
i understand n-ggas talkin’ ’bout, like, you know?
look

[verse 1]
ayy, we can get it right, why you stallin’ me?
like, i should do the same thing when you be callin’ me
we took a crash, took a fall, but it’s all on me
switch your number, switch teams, tryna ball on me
i be at my shows, i be thinkin’ why you not around
steady tellin’ hoes don’t touch me, that sh-t is not allowed
i be on the road, i’m gone, i be out of town
had us up, we be steppin’ out with likе two hundred thou’
why you don’t respond when i tеxt you, “what you on?”
you gotta get up early, so you actin’ like i’m wrong
i wanna see you naked, wanna get you out that thong
i play that jagged edge and that’s gon’ get her in her zone (uh-huh)
[interlude]
what? sh-t crazy
look

[verse 2]
i know you bad, but i got b-tches on my line
plus i can’t be around to kick it every time (nah)
i see you on the ‘gram and now you on my mind (yeah)
when i seen her i pushed up and i just told her, “take my line” (yeah)
foot up on her block, me and codeine slim
she a bad b-tch, she say her brother out the brims
i like the puerto rican b-tches in new york that wear them timbs
just slidin’ through the ghetto, playin’ 22nd jim
i’m in the game, i hate the injuries, but i still grab the rim
bad b-tches be with us, they don’t never be with them
put my foot on n-ggas’ necks, tell ghazi i need an m
’cause they ain’t workin’ how i’m workin’, they ain’t in that gym

[outro]
yeah
straight up, like, you know?
you a bad b-tch, call your ass
i ain’t tryna, i could fall back too though, you know?
just checkin’ on you, like
i ain’t tryna be annoying or nothing
just tryna buzz your line and sh-t, you hear me?
what you on, b-tch?
i’ma tet your ass, “what you on, b-tch?”
watermelon head-ass
cute fine-ass b-tch, you know?
probably got a thousand n-ggas texting you and sh-t
yeah, b-tch, i ain’t gon’ bug your ass though
yeah, call me, b-tch, straight up
yeah
why that?
why this?
why?
she wanna know why, b-tch
why the f-ck you ain’t pick up when i call your motherf-ckin’ ass?
why that? motherf-cker
cough syrup
(on money)

- big sad 1900

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