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lirik lagu you that bitch – big sad 1900

[intro]
you a bad b*tch lil mama
i pay attention
i like the way you take care of your kids and sh*t you know
then you balance everything out with your business
(420)
you know you a boss doing your thing
taking trips around this motherf*cker living like you supposed to
you know, that’s what it do

[chorus]
you know i had your back at your high and your lowest
and what i tell you b*tch relax and stay focused (forsho’)
now we slidin’ up in a lamb the doors open (come on)
i’m in and out the city young n*gga having motion (huh)
i can’t even treat you like a skeezer cause you that b*tch (cause you that b*tch)
showin’ all my pictures to my homies that’s a bad b*tch (uhuh)
street n*gga right out the ghetto, i never had sh*t (i never had sh*t)
i can never judge what you do nor your past tensе (1900)
[verse 1]
buy bustdowns we take road trips and make touchdowns (yеah)
i’m up now baby you ‘gon get what you want now (‘gon get what you want now)
pullin’ off the lot updated we buy new whip’s (huh)
i put your ass in position b*tch i do this (yeah b*tch i do this)
take you places put you up on game you never knew this (yeah)
me and you parked a half a million at the ruth chris (we at ruth chris)
look like ashanti in that video foolish
i let you go before i ever be stupid (yeah)
you a boss in this sh*t you ain’t doing nothing average (nah)
pop a perk 10 im about to let that p*ssy have it (come here)
it’s wet all on my stomach and its drippin’ on my mattress (man)
she even told me bout’ it but i thought this b*tch was cappin’ (i thought this b*tch was cappin)
two seater yeah we in the porsche (yeah)
ask the real n*gga’s around this b*tch who got the torch
this sh*t be too easy i ain’t even got to force (nah)
can i come on you tonight im like of course (come on)

[chorus]
you know i had your back at your high and your lowest
and what i tell you b*tch relax and stay focused (forsho’)
now we slidin’ up in a lamb the doors open (come on)
i’m in and out the city young n*gga having motion (huh)
i can’t even treat you like a skeezer cause you that b*tch (cause you that b*tch)
showin’ all my pictures to my homies that’s a bad b*tch (this b*tch bad cuhz)
street n*gga right out the ghetto, i never had sh*t (nah)
i can never judge what you do nor your past tense (nah)
[verse 2]
bout this b*tch i’m pullin’ up yall n*ggas best give it up (yeah)
big sh*t try me if you want ill turn your ceilin’ up
boss b*tch i can see you pullin’ up in bentley trucks (come on)
bouncin’ out big chanel bag your windows tinted up (yeah)
you ain’t wanna f*ck with me now your kinda stuck with me (now your kinda stuck with me)
any n*gga that you had before they can’t get up with me (nah)
puttin’ n*ggas where the clouds be so don’t get tough with me (b*tch dont get tough with me)
textin’ me like b*tch where you at b*tch i’m up the street (yeah)

- big sad 1900

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