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craycray - young dolph lyrics

[intro]
uh (bandplay)
ayy
(let the band play, ayy)
yeah, yeah (ayy, ayy, ayy), yeah

[verse 1]
keep her, y’all can’t trust n0body (n0body)
got young n*ggas beggin’ me just to catch a body (hold up)
got paid in south memphis, cashed out, yeah, that’s my private island (gilligan)
i stay on a plane so much, they don’t know if i’m a passenger or the pilot (godd*mn)
she so f*ckin’ thick, she always talkin’ ’bout goin’ on a diet (you trippin’)
don’t matter whatever she put on, all that ass, she can’t hide it (woo)
i had to ask her, “did you get that from your mama or did you buy it?” (d*mn)
and these n*ggas be actin’ like hoes with all that b*tchin’ and all that cryin’ (b*tch*ass n*gga)
money blue, diamonds too, ain’t no rules, n*gga (uh)
i went swimmin’ and lost a rolex in the pool, n*gga (uh)
fell asleep on one b*tch and woke up with two, n*gga (what?)
if you was livin’ like this, sh*t, what would you do, n*gga?

[chorus]
i can show you how to get paid eight ways (okay)
hustled so hard, i ain’t had no sleep in eight days (d*mn)
i only ride with carbon or his brother ak (ayy, who that?)
she got some fire p*ssy, but the b*tch is cray*cray
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
she got some fire p*ssy, but the b*tch is cray*cray
hah, d*mn (uh), d*mn (uh), what you do?
i knew she was a freak, so i recorded the b*tch like ray j (hah)

[verse 2]
i f*cked two times, she invited me over the third day (ah)
if i can recall, i think it was a thursday (yup)
she told me, “you not ’bout to get up and leave me like that, you gotta stay” (what?)
that’s when i said to myself, “yup, this lil’ b*tch right here cray” (for real)
talkin’ ’bout, “don’t do it like that” (uh), you need to go to church and pray (for real)
go ask my teachers about me, i didn’t even go out for recess to play (for real)
i might go jump in my jewelry box and go ice skate (woo)
got a couple of n*ggas, do anything for ’em, i’ll go out out of my way (for real)
got a couple of b*tches i’ll tell anything just to keep ’em up out of my face (hah)
f*ckin’ on lil’ mama, i didn’t even know her name, i just called her bae (where you at, bae?)
lil’ bad b*tch with good p*ssy, but she cray (hah)
rude black*ass motherf*cker, but i’m paid

- young dolph lyrics

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