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rambo - big sad 1900 lyrics

[hook]
aye we want face shots you better leave that vest on
you get stepped on you better leave that meth alone
pick the b*tch up and told her i need neckbone
we pull the coupe out we get our flex on
been had everything i want drugs in my bando
thick b*tch but it’s not too much i can’t handle
face tats playboi gangsta that’s what it stand for
tough n*gga playing that role thinkin he rambo

[verse]
gang members running with them thugs known to act out
we the n*ggas politicin’ put off and pack outs
seen you n*ggas tuckin your tail now you back out
gle or that 580 when i back out
face shots we want face shots closed casket
we don’t know bro on the gang stop askin’
made yourself a target on the net with all that actin
every n*gga around you in your circle know you cappin
i’m in san francisco i’m just chillin i’m relaxin
puttin’ up numbers y’all can go and check my status
known for getting money i wasn’t tryna do no braggin
iv been poppin since my school days they know i had it
i drink thousand dollar cups knowin’ its your rent
with some b*tches in my benz smokin’ behind tint
you talking to some strangers about yo life you tryna vent
im taking notes get rich or die like 50 cent
[hook]
aye we want face shots you better leave that vest on
you get stepped on you better leave that meth alone
pick the b*tch up and told her i need neckbone
we pull the coupe out we get our flex on
been had everything i want drugs in my bando
thick b*tch but it’s not too much i can’t handle
face tats playboi gangsta that’s what it stand for
tough n*gga playing that role thinkin he rambo

[verse]
i’m in the mix i’m running with dealers get you a brick
get in my feelings thinking about you and pour a six
i’m the sh*t im sending her places i never went
i’m the sh*t she give me her money because im it
i’m with the black jew we hoppin out flexin we wearing chrome heart
not the n*gga tryna be nice i ain’t got no heart
we drive foreign cars crazy like they go cart’s’
ghetto n*gga knockin these b*tches all at the walmart
give a b*tch my number change my mind i ain’t wanns talk
slap yo ass i’ma play will you play chris rock
beat bang sound like some sh*t i made for tiktok
b*tch cool say she out the way i made a pit stop
turn up for my city ima put my gang on
slap yo ass when you come around and say my name wrong
screamin shoutin like them n*ggas when the game on
i hear you n*ggas rappin everything sound like the same song
[hook]
aye we want face shots you better leave that vest on
you get stepped on you better leave that meth alone
pick the b*tch up and told her i need neckbone
we pull the coupe out we get our flex on
been had everything i want drugs in my bando
thick b*tch but it’s not too much i can’t handle
face tats playboi gangsta that’s what it stand for
tough n*gga playing that role thinkin he rambo

- big sad 1900 lyrics

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