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rather go to war - big sad 1900 lyrics

[intro]
yeah, 1900 (i swear to god, i’m really like that though)
like, this real life sh*t, man
i don’t know how to tell these n*ggas, like, i’m that n*gga
i been that n*gga though, since i jumped in this sh*t (don’t get me started)
you know? (yeah)

[chorus]
look, swervin’ lane to lane in the coupe, it’s on dubs (yeah)
i’d rather go to war before i show you n*ggas love (‘fore i show you n*ggas love)
i get paid to do shows, we ain’t hangin’ at no club (nah)
it get busy with that stick, let a n*gga try to mug (n*gga try to mug)
baby got a fat ass, i’ma grab it when i hug (come here)
can’t no n*gga humble me, not the mayor, not the judge (nah)
wе pull foreigns off the lot ’cause wе got it out the mud (got it out the mud, yeah, on everything)
this b*tch say she ain’t a bird, i’m like, “nah, b*tch, you a dove” (b*tch, you a dove)

[verse]
look, smiling ’cause my cake right, smiling ’cause she take pipe (she take d*ck)
call that sh*t whatever you want, b*tch, it wasn’t no date night (h*ll no)
pourin’ lean, mixin’ codeine as i take flight (yeah)
play nice, i embarrass n*ggas like i’m j. rice (like i’m jerry rice)
two cup, n*gga, poured up, i’m in portland (yeah)
i nutted on my b*tches, but they went and got abortions (they went and got abortions)
started with a combo, then i tell that b*tch she gorgeous (yeah)
started in a honda, now we outside in them porsches (gone)
love the set, n*gga, it’s some sh*t that won’t ever change
f*ck them n*ggas, they come here to walk like they ain’t got no aim (crazy)
my n*gga said black mad and them, they out there havin’ things
outside, who outside? n*gga, it’s the rabbit gang
she a bad b*tch, i take her home and bust her down (yeah)
block the b*tch, never call her, she won’t see me ’round (nah)
they used to leave me dead broke, but they can’t leave me now
these n*ggas wanna be my friend, i guess they need me now (they need me now)
look, swervin’ lane to lane in the coupe, it’s on dubs (yeah)
[chorus]
look, swervin’ lane to lane in the coupe, it’s on dubs (yeah)
i’d rather go to war before i show you n*ggas love (‘fore i show you n*ggas love)
i get paid to do shows, we ain’t hangin’ at no club (nah)
it get busy with that stick, let a n*gga try to mug (n*gga try to mug)
baby got a fat ass, i’ma grab it when i hug (come here)
can’t no n*gga humble me, not the mayor, not the judge (nah)
we pull foreigns off the lot ’cause we got it out the mud (got it out the mud)
this b*tch say she ain’t a bird, i’m like, “nah, b*tch, you a dove” (b*tch, you a dove)

- big sad 1900 lyrics

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