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grocery bag - crybaby cash lyrics

walk down on my plug
walk out this b*tch with bags
you ain’t making no sense
that’s finna make me spaz
white boy from the hood
so he think he get a pass
finna put my b*tch shoes to walk outside
and go and get the groceries n*gga
your crib got a pest problem i heard you got some roaches in it
he lookin’ through the ashtray, hoping he find some roaches in it
clout chasing b*tch, seen i got clout now she want post a n*gga
i like a b*tch that got a back
but i ain’t tryna back and forth a n*gga

wassam? i know politics fake so i don’t vote for n*ggas
he don’t know his b*tch a snake
he all in love but she a hoe for n*ggas
this n*gga soft, you call him one bad name
then he want smoke with n*ggas
b*tch i’m on war zone
i’m hopping off planes and standing ovеr n*ggas
tired of hearing n*ggas talking bout motion
i’m getting motion sicknеss
while her booty feel like rubber she way too into fitness
he doin’ lame sh*t his b*tch then slimed him with the quickness
he don’t chase his dreams, for them hoes? n*ggas gone go the distance
that n*gga ain’t gone chase his dreams but he here scrolling screens
he ain’t got no bands under his name but he want get a ring
i know a n*gga will crash out ’bout godd*mn anything
i know a n*gga gone cause a scene before he do anything
it’s one thing bout the bada boom, it come with bada bing
he got some cbd but he ain’t get it all from me
got two calls in a week my phone changed, don’t bother me
i know a n*gga in some biker chains and rick seats
i know a n*gga act like a big dog, he a pip squeak
he ran it up and lost it all, that n*gga just like me
i got the skrt, sitting in the console, it ain’t tucked under the seat
n*gga say he networking, but he just really riding meat
walk down on my plug
walk out this b*tch with bags
you ain’t making no sense
that’s finna make me spaz
white boy from the hood
so he think he get a pass
finna put my b*tch shoes to walk outside
and go and get the groceries n*gga
your crib got a pest problem i heard you got some roaches in it
he lookin’ through the ashtray, hoping he find some roaches in it
clout chasing b*tch, seen i got clout now she want post a n*gga
i like a b*tch that got a back
but i ain’t tryna back and forth a n*gga

- crybaby cash lyrics

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