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letra de one of us - just bang

[intro: big sad 1900]
ayy
we in la, man
1900
7:34 pm
it’s tuesday, n-gga, i got court tomorrow, n-gga
you know, i’m on that
n-ggas on that, you know, i’m on that
(ronron, do that sh-t)
i live on that sh-t
[chorus: big sad 1900]
runnin’ with them weak n-ggas, claimin’ that you beef with us (huh?)
b-tch, you wanna beat n-ggas, i’m on it when i see n-ggas (b-tch, i’m on it when i see n-ggas)
push the gas in the s coupe when i leave n-ggas (skrrt, skrrt)
every day, you internet thuggin’, like who is these n-ggas? (f-ck is these n-ggas?)
drove the foreign, went out of town, got my money up
walkin’ down the block on bedford street, throwin’ the bunny up (yeah)
tough n-gga runnin’ his lips, so i humbled cuz (so i humbled cuz)
he ain’t k!ll nothin’, he a rapper, he ain’t one of us

[verse 1: big sad 1900]
this b-tch only like me ’cause she see a n-gga rapping
i’ma f-ck hеr in the car and i’ma bust all in a napkin
weren’t thеre when i lost tiny p and i was out trapping
ain’t got a million dollars, i can’t sleep, do no relaxing
what the business is? yeah, tell me what the business is
when bro walked down on n-ggas, y’all was witnesses
been buyin’ diamonds and foreigns, you n-ggas witnessed it
told you she a nasty lil’ ho and you went and kissed the b-tch
ask them old n-ggas that fell off, yeah, i been the sh-t
1900 pay me checks, they say i went legit
i’ll pull your ass out the car and get ignorant
them boys got d-ck in they mouth, so they ain’t feelin’ this
n-gga, you a rapper, just rap, why you throwin’ signs?
you ain’t never been in the hood, you got them people blind
thinkin’ i’ll go bentley or lamb’, but i can’t make my mind
free bro and them, they caught them bodies, then they caught that time
[interlude: big sad 1900]
free bro and them
straight up, n-gga
they caught them bodies, then they caught that time
free bro and them
if you a rapper, n-gga, just rap
if you a singer, n-gga, just sing, n-gga
don’t be what you not, n-gga

[chorus: big sad 1900]
runnin’ with them weak n-ggas, claimin’ that you beef with us (huh?)
b-tch, you wanna beat n-ggas, i’m on it when i see n-ggas (b-tch, i’m on it when i see n-ggas)
push the gas in the s coupe when i leave n-ggas (skrrt, skrrt)
every day, you internet thuggin’, like who is these n-ggas? (f-ck is these n-ggas?)
drove the foreign, went out of town, got my money up
walkin’ down the block on bedford street, throwin’ the bunny up (yeah)
tough n-gga runnin’ his lips, so i humbled cuz (so i humbled cuz)
he ain’t k!ll nothin’, he a rapper, he ain’t one of us

[verse 2: philthy rich]
uh-huh, look
carl, ben, gary, wafi
johnny, hutch, avianne
i’m frontline, so them n-ggas gon’ slide behind me
i went federal, but i ain’t finesse nor money bag
they took thirty thou’ from me, can’t get that money back
got family in inglewood like too much in d-o-e
b-tch flew in from ot, i need my trap c-o-d
been to a hundred funerals, but i ain’t been to one wedding
presidential 41 bust down, flower setting
new orleans, hawaii, houston up in one week
b-tch made twenty thou’ off boosting up in one week
that broke b-tch only had nineteen hundred
big 59 and big sad 1900
it’s philthy
[chorus: big sad 1900]
runnin’ with them weak n-ggas, claimin’ that you beef with us (huh?)
b-tch, you wanna beat n-ggas, i’m on it when i see n-ggas (b-tch, i’m on it when i see n-ggas)
push the gas in the s coupe when i leave n-ggas (skrrt, skrrt)
every day, you internet thuggin’, like who is these n-ggas? (f-ck is these n-ggas?)
drove the foreign, went out of town, got my money up
walkin’ down the block on bedford street, throwin’ the bunny up (yeah)
tough n-gga runnin’ his lips, so i humbled cuz (so i humbled cuz)
he ain’t k!ll nothin’, he a rapper, he ain’t one of us

[verse 3: just bang]
ayy, payday
got some good n-ggas down in la
march 27th, i got shot up on the way-way
driver and a shooter, if i slide, it ain’t no play-play
knife in the front the flashlight up on this ak
throw the hood up, the homies think i’m bangin’ neighborhood
i ain’t wavin’ no flag, this ain’t my neighborhood
rappin’-ass n-ggas think they shooters, but they missing
sittin’ at the breakfast table, mac and a biscuit
horsepower polo
big bread, togo’s
n-ggas in the field, they throwin’ bullets, better go long
sucker n-ggas big mad
in la with big sad
old n-ggas hatin’ from my hood, my ex stay mad

- just bang

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