lirik lagu 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
[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
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