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i eat lobster - big sad 1900 lyrics

[intro: big sad 1900, producer tag & kanye west]
ayy
i am west la, n*gga
f*ck that n*gga talkin’ ’bout
(exclusive made this)
bro, aye, bro, aye, aye, bro
i ain’t finish, i ain’t finish my sentence
i didn’t finish my brilliant idea
aye, boi, aye, aye, boi
uh huh

[chorus: big sad 1900]
i’m in here, pullin’ on my hood and talkin’ thumb thru
you ’round here geekin’ off these b*tches that be run thru
i’m standin’ up in the bed like what’s a sunroof?
i leave my shows with all the hoes, and let ’em come thru
you just a big bag b*tch, i get big racks
i eat lobster, this ain’t no mothaf*ckin’ big mac
i heard them n*ggas got your chain, get yo’ sh*t back
a n*gga play me out a dollar, get that sh*t back

[verse 1: big sad 1900]
i do it a dash on [?] to [?]
and i don’t care where n*ggas from, you better not try me
i [?] gangstas in this b*tch, we don’t got id
i pop a perc and roll that blunt, then i call [?]
aye, i got twenty bad b*tches, put ’em front row
i make the play and broke a b*tch out in frisco
i catch y’all n*ggas in that crowd, y’all better get low
i’on give a f*ck [?] you is, you ain’t my big bro
ayy, f*ck a b*tch, f*ck a n*gga, i’m going hollywood
don’t need permission from [?], b*tch i’m know i good
summertime, drop the top, pull up in in every hood
rollin up, tell [?], pass a backwood
i got these n*ggas tryna hate, but i’ma maintain
i got my bruddas on the yard, they in a chain gang
and you ain’t never touch yo’ gun, but you g*ngb*ng
ayy, you a b*tch, he a ho’, y’all like same thing
[chorus: big sad 1900]
i’m in here, pullin’ on my hood and talkin’ thumb thru
you ’round here geekin’ off these b*tches that be run thru
i’m standin’ up in the bed like what’s a sunroof?
i leave my shows with all the hoes, and let ’em come thru
you just a big bag b*tch, i get big racks
i eat lobster, this ain’t no mothaf*ckin’ big mac
i heard them n*ggas got your chain, get yo’ sh*t back
a n*gga play me out a dollar, get that sh*t back

[verse 2: big sad 1900]
i seen you talkin’ on the ‘net, i know you not that
i post a pic with five hunnid, n*gga top that
i [?] shirt off, n*gga stop that
i got the number, block the b*tch and i won’t call back
i’m in the town with my n*ggas, i’m in oakland
i’m sippin’ syrup at the dealer, i got motion
i’m louis v head to toe, forgot my lotion
i take my lil’ white b*tch to the ocean
we talkin’ money, i got more than your big dog
you’re just a rapper not a factor, [?] diss off
them n*ggas broke, i lost respect and got ’em p*ssed off
the b*tch you lay with every night [?] make my d*ck soft
i got love for my n*ggas that be [?]
i can’t d*ckride no rapper, that ain’t like me
you want me dead, then come and put me on a white tee
ayy, this the new generation, this ain’t ice*t
[chorus: big sad 1900]
i’m in here, pullin’ on my hood and talkin’ thumb thru
you ’round here geekin’ off these b*tches that be run thru
i’m standin’ up in the bed like what’s a sunroof?
i leave my shows with all the hoes, and let ’em come thru
you just a big bag b*tch, i get big racks
i eat lobster, this ain’t no mothaf*ckin’ big mac
i heard them n*ggas got your chain, get yo’ sh*t back
a n*gga play me out a dollar, get that sh*t back

[outro: big sad 1900]
if we beefin’ n*gga, walk up and slap me then
man, you see me walk up and slap the sh*t out me, man
see what happen, man
f*ck all that internet sh*t, walk up, slap me, man
see what happen

- big sad 1900 lyrics

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