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big sad 1900 – i be wit drug dealers كلمات اغاني

[intro]
i’m like f_ck, b_tch got this sundress on
big old badonkadonk booty, like
ass everywhere, b_tch, crazy

[chorus]
ayy, baby got that ass on her, i’m like, “where your man at?” (where’s your man at?)
i be with the drug dealers, i be where them bands at (where the money at)
actin’ like you poppin’, but you broke, i can’t stand that (p_ssy_ass n_ggas)
glock in my waistline, it ain’t in no handbag (h_ll nah)
sayin’ my name in them rap songs won’t bring your mans back (nah)
got a fat ass in them jeans, i’ma cram that (i’ma cram that)
we them n_ggas countin’ up the loaf in rubber band stacks (rubber band stacks)
double whammy on your b_tch, lil’ bro and them ran that (yeah, 1900)

[verse 1]
ayy, baby, this a lifestyle (uh_huh), we be sippin’ codeine (codeine)
got the game from pimps, i got game from the dope fiends (that’s from the dope fiends)
got that gangster sh_t that make a street n_gga soul bleed (yeah)
baby got them pancakes, actin’ like she know me (come here)
talkin’ ’bout she deepthroat, i’m like, “baby, show me” (i wanna see that)
finger in her b_tt, suckin’ d_ck like she owe me (yeah)
talkin’ ’bout, “i got a n_gga, please don’t expose me” (i won’t)
“he pay for everything and buy me sh_t,” that’s what she told me (don’t even worry)
runnin’ up that chili cheese, hit ’em in my jordan 3s (hit ’em in my jordan 3s)
baby got that donkadonk, lil’ b_tch say she vietnamese (uh_huh)
love for the projects, i f_ck with the 103s (peach street)
baby got the thunderclaps, i’m like, “let a n_gga see” (yeah)
she make that ass clap, lookin’ back while she grab her knees (uh_huh)
she was suckin’ d_ck, i had to go, but i lost my keys (but i lost my keys)
too much of a n_gga for one ho, i’m like, “b_tch, please” (b_tch, please)
i done tagged all these lil’ hoes, i’m like, “b_tch treesh” (i’m like, “citch treesh”)
[chorus]
ayy, baby got that ass on her, i’m like, “where your man at?” (where is your man at?)
i be with the drug dealers, i be where them bands at (where the money at)
actin’ like you poppin’, but you broke, i can’t stand that (p_ssy_ass n_ggas)
glock in my waistline, it ain’t in no handbag (h_ll nah)
sayin’ my name in them rap songs won’t bring your mans back (nah)
got a fat ass in them jeans, i’ma cram that (i’ma cram that)
we them n_ggas countin’ up the loaf in rubber band stacks (rubber band stacks)
double whammy on your b_tch, lil’ bro and them ran that (yeah, 1900)

[verse 2]
baby, this a lifestyle, we be blowin’ wizard trees (on everything)
i’ma drop the top on the coupe, she say she feel the breeze (come on)
n_ggas beef with me, i don’t know you, we ain’t enemies (h_ll nah)
grab my og on the block, go grab some hennessy (huh?)
baby got that rump_a_dump, i’m like, “where you ‘posed to be?” (where you ‘posed to)
told me that she steppin’ out real quick to grab some groceries (yeah)
how that ass, talkin’ ’bout, “how you even notice me?” (how you even notice me?)
gave that b_tch a hug, she talkin’ ’bout, “something is pokin’ me” (crazy)
used to hit ’em with my d_ckies on, now i wear amiri (now i wear amiri)
we the topic of discussion, n_ggas know who run the city (n_ggas know who run the city, though)
sh_ll_catcher on the ar, i’m hoppin’ out with fifty (yeah)
i got hoes on that eastside, can’t ever be picky (nah)
baby got them claps on her, i’m like, “ooh, i need that” (ooh, i need that)
hit it from the back, talk in her ear like, “give me feedback” (come here)
they say sh_t about me on the ‘net, but she don’t read that (she don’t read that)
she be on my line tryna figure where i be at (like where i be at)
[chorus]
ayy, baby got that ass on her, i’m like, “where your man at?” (where is your man at?)
i be with the drug dealers, i be where them bands at (where the money at)
actin’ like you poppin’, but you broke, i can’t stand that (p_ssy_ass n_ggas)
glock in my waistline, it ain’t in no handbag (h_ll nah)
sayin’ my name in them rap songs won’t bring your mans back (nah)
got a fat ass in them jeans, i’ma cram that (i’ma cram that)
we them n_ggas countin’ up the loaf in rubber band stacks (rubber band stacks)
double whammy on your b_tch, lil’ bro and them ran that (yeah, 1900)

- big sad 1900

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