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new dimensions - crystal ash lyrics

[intro]
crystal

[verse]
all this sh*t i do on purpose, not no random
i would f*ck a b*tch then kick her out on camera
yeah, new fit all*black, i’m trans edna
in my hands it’s all racks, i got bands, huh
d*mn, what’s good? i just drove the feds off
d*mn, what’s good? 1024 been best, yeah
d*mn, b*tch, i’m trippin’, seein’ new dimensions
130 when i’m skrrtin’ through my ends, huh
you say you wanna know me more, then do what i say
i’ll make you scream like encore but only for today
your b*tch been a sl*t, she gettin’ wet just to my voice
she said she wanna play, so i’m’a make that b*tch my toy
too many b*tches want me, i can’t make a choice
b*tches, they see my swag and copy, i cannot avoid
wonder how i got cash on me? it’s ’cause i’m not a boy (yeah)
diamonds they glis’ and flash on me, i know they all on point
b*tch, i like them fast, whip a gt 1000
look at my money, so d*mn big
you thought it was a mountain
i’m so up, the whole world is mine
don’t care, b*tch, just get off my time
okay, on my timepiece it’s 100 thou’
if i don’t have it then i want it now
mo’f*ckers don’t wan’ know what i’m ’bout
crystalline gas, i smoke up pounds
can’t be broke when the hoes around
diamonds so wet but i don’t need towels
you broke as f*ck ’cause you been down
diamond rocks came from the ground
too much cash, can’t f*ckin’ count (count)
huh, yeah, i’m a diva with the demons
your sh*t gettin’ me p*ssed off (d*mn)
this the type sh*t that is been on
your wrist dry, no texts, huh? (no)
look at my team, we been locked
my bank is the best one
you ain’t safe tryna be us
in a new coupe and you whippin’ a prius
bad*ass b*tches wanna suck on my benis
stay with a glock 19 and it beamin’
think that i’m mo’f*ckin’ broke, b*tch, you reachin’
shut the f*ck up and go quit up your b*tchin’
hop off my d*ck and go mind your own business
i’m spittin’ real sh*t, they don’t listen
i’m too busy just makin’ a k!llin’
money be stackin’ so high, to the ceilin’
b*tch, i don’t cap, b*tch, i only speak real sh*t
1024, she the mo’f*ckin’ realest
money, money, money, money my business
yo’ b*tch, she hop on my d*ck like it’s fitness
b*tch, i don’t cap, yeah, they hate ’cause i’m livin’
she listens my songs and wan’ have all my children
talk to me right and you might just be gettin’ it
[chorus]
got too much dough, got cash like f*ck
they can’t even match me when i want to glow
h*ll, nah, b*tch, my diamond wrist might flood the show
yeah, uh, diamond wrist, that sh*t glis’, it’s a cold case
walk in, guess who, i walk in, who are you?
bust down rollie face, li’l’ b*tch, you’re such a pain
you broke like glitchy games
don’t talk on my team, li’l’ b*tch, i keep a stain
got too much dough, got cash like f*ck
they can’t even match me when i want to glow
h*ll, nah, b*tch, my diamond wrist might flood the show
yeah, this sh*t not the same, dumbass b*tches change
all my water been on tidal, i’m causin’ waves
diamond rocks, okay, i got lots of cake
li’l’ b*tch, please, just turn me up, i feel like ashley j

[interlude]
talkin’ that sh*t then you finna hear gun sounds
pull up on your block and then i mo’f*ckin’ spin it ’round
used to be all on my d*ck and now they f*ckin’ get it now
hundred milli’ on a coupe, it’s what i f*ckin’ whip around
you ain’t got a job or a car, you can’t get around (yeah)
[?]
b*tch, i’m that b*tch, b*tch, you better use the proper nouns
[bridge]
pop*pop, get down
talkin’ that sh*t then you finna hear gun sounds
pull up on your block and then i mo’f*ckin’ spin it ’round
used to be all on my d*ck and now they f*ckin’ get it now
hundred milli’ on a coupe, it’s what i f*ckin’ whip around
you ain’t got a job or a car, you can’t get around
[?]
b*tch, i’m that b*tch, b*tch, you better use the proper nouns

[chorus]
got too much dough, got cash like f*ck
they can’t even match me when i want to glow
h*ll, nah, b*tch, my diamond wrist might flood the show
diamond wrist, that sh*t glis’, it’s a cold case
walk in, guess who, i walk in, who are you?
bust down rollie face, li’l’ b*tch, you’re such a pain
you broke like glitchy games
don’t talk on my team, li’l’ b*tch, i keep a stain

[outro]
yeah*oh, b*tch, i been the best
all these b*tches mad that i left them in the past
there’s nothin’ you can ask me ‘less it’s ’bout that cash
only get my bags, please, let me get my racks
these b*tches be cappin’, all they do is act
yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- crystal ash lyrics

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