Misunderstood Songtext
von Big Sad 1900
Misunderstood Songtext
(Bitch)
Yeah, you know, 1900 (my nigga Jonny got another one)
Nigga, Jonny got another one, nigga
Ya′ hear me
Misunderstood
Had to call her back and tell that ho, what's good
Cruisin′ down your block, cruisin' in your hood
Yeah, misunderstood, yeah (uh-huh)
Oh, no, we're fuckin′ again
We can be more than just friends
Ah, whatever it is (nah), I don′t even know what to do
Ah, whatever it is, I don't even know what to do (uh-huh)
Ah, whatever it is, I don′t even know what to do
Look, picked the bitch up and told her ride with me (come on)
Ay bitch, we got it poppin', you can come and see (sho′ tho')
I′m off of Cadillac, I'm from PBG (yeah)
Lil' baby, this a Benz, this a 63 (vroom)
Ay, I fuck with you, though, we could be more than friends (huh)
We can take it to the top, I′ll see you at the end (see you at the top, bitch)
Ay, just meet me at the spot if you ain′t got no plans
And grab some plastic and bring some rubber bands
Misunderstood
Had to call her back and tell that ho, what's good
Cruisin′ down your block, cruisin' in your hood
Yeah, misunderstood, yeah
Oh, no, we′re fuckin' again
We can be more than just friends
Ah, whatever it is, I don′t even know what to do
Ah, whatever it is, I don't even know what to do
Ah, whatever it is, I don't even know what to do
Look, ay, fuck with me tho′, I′m the nigga now (fo' sho)
I pick them bitches up and put them bitches down
Got them niggas tuckin′ chains when we come around (we come around)
Lil' bro took 90-somethin′ years tryna gun 'em down (murder, niggas)
Look, the whole city know who the hardest (that′s me, nigga)
Homicide know about me, check my charges (look me up tho')
Way before this rap shit, we got our target (baow)
A hundred Crips hangin' at the Joe′s Market
Misunderstood
Had to call her back and tell that ho, what′s good
Cruisin' down your block cruisin′ in your hood
Yeah, misunderstood, yeah
Oh, no, we're fuckin′ again
We can be more than just friends
Ah, whatever it is, I don't even know what to do
Ah, whatever it is, I don′t even know what to do
Ah, whatever it is, I don't even know what to do
Yeah, I've been around the world, it′s time to make it pop
I do a tour and link up with Crips up in every spot (Crips)
From the heights, I gang banged on every block (yeah)
Kill them niggas I aim and bust every shot (baow, baow, baow)
Them niggas soft they get mad and run to the gram
You ain′t put shit on the news you a fuckin' ham (fuckin′ ham)
You boys don't carry no guns so I′ma make you scram
You put your hands on me? Shit sound like a scam (crazy)
Look, picked the bitch up and told her ride with me (come on)
Ay bitch, we got it poppin' you can come and see (fo′ sho tho')
I'm off of Cadillac, I′m from PBG (PBG)
Lil′ baby, this a Benz, this a 63
Ay, I fuck with you, though, we could be more than friends (fo' sho)
We can take it to the top, I′ll see you at the end (to the top)
Ay, just meet me at the spot if you ain't got no plans
And grab some plastic and bring some rubber bands
Misunderstood
Had to call her back and tell that ho, what′s good
Cruisin' down your block, cruisin′ in your hood
Yeah, misunderstood, yeah (uh-huh)
Oh, no, we're fuckin' again
We can be more than just friends
Ah, whatever it is, I don′t even know what to do
Ah, whatever it is, I don′t even know what to do
Ah, whatever it is, I don't even know what to do
Yeah, you know, 1900 (my nigga Jonny got another one)
Nigga, Jonny got another one, nigga
Ya′ hear me
Misunderstood
Had to call her back and tell that ho, what's good
Cruisin′ down your block, cruisin' in your hood
Yeah, misunderstood, yeah (uh-huh)
Oh, no, we're fuckin′ again
We can be more than just friends
Ah, whatever it is (nah), I don′t even know what to do
Ah, whatever it is, I don't even know what to do (uh-huh)
Ah, whatever it is, I don′t even know what to do
Look, picked the bitch up and told her ride with me (come on)
Ay bitch, we got it poppin', you can come and see (sho′ tho')
I′m off of Cadillac, I'm from PBG (yeah)
Lil' baby, this a Benz, this a 63 (vroom)
Ay, I fuck with you, though, we could be more than friends (huh)
We can take it to the top, I′ll see you at the end (see you at the top, bitch)
Ay, just meet me at the spot if you ain′t got no plans
And grab some plastic and bring some rubber bands
Misunderstood
Had to call her back and tell that ho, what's good
Cruisin′ down your block, cruisin' in your hood
Yeah, misunderstood, yeah
Oh, no, we′re fuckin' again
We can be more than just friends
Ah, whatever it is, I don′t even know what to do
Ah, whatever it is, I don't even know what to do
Ah, whatever it is, I don't even know what to do
Look, ay, fuck with me tho′, I′m the nigga now (fo' sho)
I pick them bitches up and put them bitches down
Got them niggas tuckin′ chains when we come around (we come around)
Lil' bro took 90-somethin′ years tryna gun 'em down (murder, niggas)
Look, the whole city know who the hardest (that′s me, nigga)
Homicide know about me, check my charges (look me up tho')
Way before this rap shit, we got our target (baow)
A hundred Crips hangin' at the Joe′s Market
Misunderstood
Had to call her back and tell that ho, what′s good
Cruisin' down your block cruisin′ in your hood
Yeah, misunderstood, yeah
Oh, no, we're fuckin′ again
We can be more than just friends
Ah, whatever it is, I don't even know what to do
Ah, whatever it is, I don′t even know what to do
Ah, whatever it is, I don't even know what to do
Yeah, I've been around the world, it′s time to make it pop
I do a tour and link up with Crips up in every spot (Crips)
From the heights, I gang banged on every block (yeah)
Kill them niggas I aim and bust every shot (baow, baow, baow)
Them niggas soft they get mad and run to the gram
You ain′t put shit on the news you a fuckin' ham (fuckin′ ham)
You boys don't carry no guns so I′ma make you scram
You put your hands on me? Shit sound like a scam (crazy)
Look, picked the bitch up and told her ride with me (come on)
Ay bitch, we got it poppin' you can come and see (fo′ sho tho')
I'm off of Cadillac, I′m from PBG (PBG)
Lil′ baby, this a Benz, this a 63
Ay, I fuck with you, though, we could be more than friends (fo' sho)
We can take it to the top, I′ll see you at the end (to the top)
Ay, just meet me at the spot if you ain't got no plans
And grab some plastic and bring some rubber bands
Misunderstood
Had to call her back and tell that ho, what′s good
Cruisin' down your block, cruisin′ in your hood
Yeah, misunderstood, yeah (uh-huh)
Oh, no, we're fuckin' again
We can be more than just friends
Ah, whatever it is, I don′t even know what to do
Ah, whatever it is, I don′t even know what to do
Ah, whatever it is, I don't even know what to do
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