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cocomelon - crybaby cash lyrics

[intro: crybaby cash & lawson vladimir]
start me up there like where the verse drop
white b*tch, only feel the hard drugs
why she pop the oxycontin?
watch for all these thots they going crazy

[verse 1: lawson vladimir]
i finally, i finally get it
i finally understand why these b*tches lie so much
i finally understand why your partner’s dying so much
i told her keep your hands away, b*tch you bet not touch
i’m trying to get that double r, don’t want no mustang truck
my uncle turned to a junkie used to play for the milwaukee bucks
his music not even streaming, they had blackmailed him like young buck
you gotta put the work in chasing them hoes, boy the fun up
and i ain’t gone stop till i’m in that big ass mansion when the sun up
ain’t got the eliante yet, got to stay down till you come up
you doing all them say cheese interviews, you still ain’t come up
that b*tch snuck in my email, ooh that hoe she one up
got s*xy b*tches like naomi campbell, she chocolate thunder
he got smoke with his label, they told him he a one hit wonder
can’t trust b*tches, them hoes super slimey they up to something
you ask her she want loyalty or love, she gone say the money
that body fake, she pay with counterfeit, nothing but hundreds
he like neo, not on the matrix, the one that sing to b*tches
twin only 14, he’s shooting switches and f*cking b*tches
your partner died, you just got robbed, you ain’t complete the mission
writing all them d*mn songs, you mad the world ain’t even listening
i told that b*tch i’m trying to go crazy, this hoe keep kissing
exotic bully cost a couple racks, it keep p*ssing
it’s crazy how my sneaky link keep on sneak dissing
you and your whole family broke, y’all like peter griffin
scared to drop his album, his ass keep on posting snippets
cocomelon, peppa the pig, got the lil kids tripping
she don’t want pick up the facetime because her lashes missing
just got her hair and makeup done, now that hoe trying to act all different
[verse 2: crybaby cash]
it’s a whole lot of pills in the party
why these b*tches trying to fall out in a matrix
i know a lot of n*ggas get to talking
when they know that you the one these n*ggas hating
i ain’t trying to touch it unconsensual these b*tches going crazy
i got drugs in the whip, told that b*tch don’t play with it
brother serve out a zip, he don’t got motion ain’t it?
all this dog sh*t, make a b*tch throw it tom brady
yeah i think these hoes don’t understand
i’m way too used to bad b*tches
okay my ex don’t even know how to put it on, told her that’s bad business
i knew that b*tch ass wasn’t gone shake, she way too into fitness
until they try to sign for like 20, i’m gone stay independent

[chorus 1: crybaby cash]
white b*tch, only feel the hard drugs
why she pop the oxycontin?
watch for all these thots they going crazy
at mcdonald’s, that’s the j spot, i’m about to catch a play
stupid n*gga took a fake perk, now he can’t feel his face
want me to chase, stupid b*tch must not know a n*gga ain’t
i’m living great
it’s n*ggas in the box that’s just trying to make a shank
her p*ssy stank, she don’t know hygiene
she know how to beat her face though
whoa, penthouse in cancun blowing pesos
[verse 3: crybaby cash]
gang, i got too much f*cking motion, i can’t chase hoes
d*mn, n*ggas still bumping 6ix9ine and putting jace on
d*mn, for like two weeks i talked to mama on a payphone
b*tch want some new t**th, gone get a f*ck n*gga to go pay for them
he a fake gangster, he talk to jakes like he at state farm
weird ass n*ggas looking for high schoolers to prey on
ain’t tagging my b*tch, i’ll be d*mned if i put my bae on
new b*tches ain’t worth sh*t, just want to clean, suck d*ck and stay home

[chorus 2: crybaby cash]
white b*tch, only feel the hard drugs
why she pop the oxycontin?
watch for all these thots they going crazy
at mcdonald’s, that’s the j spot, i’m about to catch a play
stupid n*gga took a fake perk, now he can’t feel his face
want me to chase, stupid b*tch must not know a n*gga ain’t
i’m living great
it’s n*ggas in the box that’s just trying to make a shank
her p*ssy stank, she don’t know hygiene
she know how to beat her face though
whoa, penthouse in cancun blowing pesos

- crybaby cash lyrics

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