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lirik lagu always on my mind – big sad 1900

[chorus]
ayy, you can call on me, you know i got your back (got your back)
wanna see you in the foreign, pullin’ up with racks (yeah)
i spent thousands at the doctor, got your body sn*tched
you got that sh*t on them b*tches always copy that (yeah)
you be always on my mind, i wanna pick you up (come on)
you told me stay on my dream when i was givin’ up (when i was givin’ up)
i’m tryna open up my heart, i hope you listen up (yeah, look, look)
pullin’ up with red seats and forgis, got you sittin’ up

[verse 1]
she know exactly how i play, she know i been the sh*t (b*tch, i been the sh*t)
i had her walk the blade, with you, she playin’ innocent (she ain’t innocent)
‘fore i made it with this rap sh*t, b*tch i been legit (yeah)
played my song and she turn it up like, “ooh, i’m feelin’ this” (she like, “i’m feelin’ this”)
she open up to me, tell me exactly how she feel (how you feel, b*tch?)
i open up back like, “b*tch, just keep it real” (keep it real)
b*tch got my back, she wanna see me get them deals (huh?)
i’ma drop that bag and i’ma move her to the hills (move her to the hills)
i got love for this b*tch,but she trifling (she trife)
she do sh*t i don’t condone and i don’t like it
all these eyes on us, we can’t be fighting (h*ll no)
i f*cked up, she texted me like, “why you lyin’?” (why you lyin’?)
i’m ’bout to take a trip ot, i want you slide too
i’m tryna lace you with this sh*t, i’m tryna guide you
you the baddest b*tch around, how i’m gon’ hide you? (yeah)
that’s my rider, that’s my b*tch, she like 5’2” (yeah)
[chorus]
ayy, you can call on me, you know i got your back (got your back)
wanna see you in the foreign, pullin’ up with racks (yeah)
i spent thousands at the doctor, got your body sn*tched
you got that sh*t on them b*tches always copy that (yeah)
you be always on my mind, i wanna pick you up (come on)
you told me stay on my dream when i was givin’ up (when i was givin’ up)
i’m tryna open up your heart, i hope you listen up
pullin’ up with red seats and forgis, got you sittin’ up

[verse 2]
you pull up in celine, bounce out chanel (yeah)
she had my back when i did time off in them cells
they call my name and i’m knowin’ i had some mail (yeah)
this b*tch so real, she even got me out on bail
we take a trip, we can go off to belize (come on)
i been through it, you the perfect b*tch i need (you the b*tch i need, girl)
we winnin’ ’round this b*tch, but i can’t give a b*tch no ring (nah)
i’m steppin’ on these n*ggas, i can’t let ’em get no lead (nah)
you steppin’ out designer, red bottom on your feet
she put it on the table, i’ma get it out my sleeve
you know we pourin’ fours in the srt jeep (come on)
i made two hundred thousand and i did it in a week (run that sh*t up)
we in a foreign with her feet up on the dash (yeah)
spent ten thousand, went and got the b*tch an ass
you know where i keep my straps you know where i keep my cash
we movin’ fast, i’m just hopin’ that we last, yeah
[chorus]
ayy, you can call on me, you know i got your back (got your back)
wanna see you in the foreign, pullin’ up with racks (yeah)
i spent thousands at the doctor, got your body sn*tched
you got that sh*t on them b*tches always copy that (yeah)
you be always on my mind, i wanna pick you up (come on)
you told me stay on my dream when i was givin’ up (when i was givin’ up)
i’m tryna open up my heart, i hope you listen up
pullin’ up with red seats and forgis, got you sittin’ up

- big sad 1900

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