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g o t d a m n (ain't sad bout dat) - blizzi boi كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah, yeah
uh_uh
yeah, yeah
uh_uh
yeah, yeah
uh_uh, yeah, okay, uh

[verse 1]
l_o_e, you know it’s up
i’m this close to blowin’ up (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
i just told her, “slide me brain”
act like i don’t know enough (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
b_tches wanna ball with me, they wasn’t on the floor with us (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
b_tch, i’m ridin’ with the threes, but i keep that .40 tucked (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)

[chorus]
she wanna leave me (uh, tell her, “i ain’t sad ’bout that”)
my wrist is 3d (yeah, tell her, “i ain’t sad ’bout that”)
i threw her to the streets (yeah, tell her, “i ain’t sad ’bout that”)
ain’t wanna see me eat (yeah, tell her, “i ain’t sad ’bout that”)

[verse 2]
okay, yeah, shawty got water like dolph’ (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
all the drip, can’t wash the sh_t off (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
i ain’t sad ’bout gettin’ this money (ah, yeah, ah, yeah), i ain’t sad ’bout scooping up the clout (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
they don’t f_ck around, put me in the clouds (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
had to f_ck around, put a b_tch out (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
i ain’t mad that the b_tch got options (ah, yeah, ah, yeah), got another b_tch tryna pull up to the house (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
[pre_chorus]
b_tch, i ain’t sad ‘bout that
pull up on your mans, all black
countin’ up grands, godd_mn
her baby daddy my fan, godd_mn
swear to god, it don’t jam, godd_mn
since i’m up, go ham, godd_mn
down bad, eatin’ spam, godd_mn
now my wrist like toucan sam (yeah)

[chorus]
she wanna leave me (yeah, tell her, “i ain’t sad ’bout that”)
my wrist is 3d (uh, tell her, “i ain’t sad ’bout that”)
i threw her to the streets (yeah, tell her, “i ain’t sad ’bout that”)
ain’t wanna see me eat (uh, tell her, “i ain’t sad ’bout that”)

[verse 3]
don’t be sad, uh, can’t even be sad
i pull up, i’m poppin’ my tags (ooh, yeah)
can’t even be sad, uh, can’t even be sad
pull the drip, like, n_gga, i’m the rag (ooh, yeah)
can’t even be sad, uh, n_ggas be sad
i pull up, i’m poppin’ my tags (ooh, yeah)
can’t even be sad, can’t even be sad, i know why these f_ck n_ggas mad, yeah (ooh, yeah)

[verse 4]
runnin’ up a hunnid racks
let a n_gga go up, i ain’t comin’ back
and i’m still bustin’ juggs like i don’t got it, i’ma add this sh_t up
never gon’ subtract
and i got that sh_t that these n_ggas lack
matter fact, where the f_ck is these n_ggas at?
they was hollerin’ loud when a n_gga down
nowhere to be found, let a n_gga know (huh)
b_tchin’ n_ggas, have it now
runnin’ up, we lay him down
i might have to fly her out
b_tch, i’m always out of town
they can’t put my fire out
b_tch, i’m movin’ higher now
b_tch, i just threw on my crown
they sadder than ever now
[outro]
ooh (b_tch, tell her, “i ain’t sad ’bout that”)
ooh (yeah, tell her, “i ain’t sad ’bout that”)
ooh (yeah, tell her, “i ain’t sad ’bout that”)
ooh (yeah, tell her, “i ain’t sad ’bout that”)

- g o t d a m n aint sad bout dat

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