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speaking on my name 2 - big sad 1900 lyrics

[intro]
aye 1900 in this b*tch n*gga
n*gga’s speaking on my name
stop doing that man
(shoutout blueflag 1900)
will get you f*cked over
4*4*420

[chorus]
speaking on my name gon’ make a scene (yeah)
i do headshots it came with a beam (pow pow)
yall n*ggas broke but you calling me a fiend (but i’m a fiend?)
i’ll buy you little n*ggas with this lean (come on)
who can i run to? who can i run to? (who can i run to?)
standing on everything i said we don’t run fool (nah)
bustin’ down bands jackie chan n*gga kung fu (hiya)
leather seats with the loud pipes when i ride through
[verse 1]
whats the talk about (talk about)
aye im stepping on any n*gga getting in my way we can’t talk it out (nah)
funeral service yеllow tape gon’ chalk him out (done)
five еighty into a lambo and watch me dog it out (skurt)
lil mama squirt im addicted to that p*ssy (come here)
the way the b*tch f*ck i can tell she tryna hook me (b*tch crazy)
put me with the mvp’s i am not a rookie (i am not a rookie)
i feel like big jess and i feel like big droopy (cuhrip)
we are not the same telling people that you knew me (yeah)
telling people you don’t like me n*gga come and shoot me (come shoot me)
got my name all in your mouth you a groupie (b*tch you a groupie)
i was breaking hookers i hawaii wearing gucci (yeah)
i talk that talk cause i can back it up (huh)
they like big sad crazy he be acting up (he be acting up)
i pink slip foreign cars i’ll crash a truck (i’ll crash a truck)
rolex’s, ap’s, and cubans gon’ add us up (come on)

[chorus]
speaking on my name gon’ make a scene (gon’ make a scene)
i do headshots it came with a beam (came with a beam)
yall n*ggas broke but you calling me a fiend (but i’m a fiend?)
i’ll buy you little n*ggas with this lean (come on)
who can i run to? who can i run to? (who can i run to?)
standing on everything i said we don’t run fool (nah)
bustin’ down bands jackie chan n*gga kung fu (hiya)
leather seats with the loud pipes when i ride through
[verse 2]
n*ggas typing on the net like they ain’t gon’ see me
soft ass n*ggas i just know yall wanna be me
went to jail and got out swole but you a weenie
blue tips coming out my clip and i’ll leave em’
four twenty on the beat tiesto got the heat
that’s why they made sidewalks get up out the street
i see you n*ggas tweeting but your ass don’t want no beef
said what i said but to me you n*ggas weak
thick b*tch gon’ do the splits let me see somethin’
1900 got l.a. n*gga we run it
n*ggas been rapping ten years that don’t mean nothin’
how many tapes you got? fourteen, fifteen somethin’
third quarter klay bet these n*ggas know how we comin’
like chief keef, lil durk ‘n ‘em three hundred
name all in a n*gga mouth he ‘gon sing on it
big threes all in the air i don’t need nothin’

- big sad 1900 lyrics

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