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crybaby cash - wake em up lyrics

tryna control the thoughts in my head
but it’s hard yeah it’s oh so hard on me
for to feel alive
i’m finna wake ’em up this time
i don’t want your advice
ain’t tryna parking lot pimp
gone head and put this b_tch in drive yeah
f_ck n_gga want crash
i just got money on my mind yeah
nosey ass n_gga caught a bullet through the blinds yeah
all my hoes pressure
you only f_ck with fives, yeah
i got a red b_tch she bad as f_ck
but got a five head

man what the f_ck
man hold up twin this b_tch
then sent a paragraph

okay, my hoe then caught me cheatin
now she wanna beat me
ratchet b_tch from out the 9
all she bump is treety
sending a paragraph to my phone bae
but i ain’t read it
i flew like 20 bows down to h_town
but where my p’s went?
d_mn, f_ck
sh_t, i don’t got no opps
but i might got beef with the mailman
dude said i had shorted him
but twin i think your scale bad
five in the morning liking my story
she want me real bad
bae been in the gym, she tryna un_big her back
because her back big
f_ck her from the back
but she was quiet, guess i ain’t that big
pullin’ out a zip in sandwich bag
this n_gga smoke mid
i assume this b_tch here p_ssy good
cause she got four kids
that’s, that’s crazy if you think about it
yeah
i’m out the country with some 30_year_old freaks, n_gga
walk with my toes curled so i don’t get a crease, n_gga
still run away when i drop sh_t up on the grease, n_gga
tryna control the thoughts in my head
but it’s hard yeah it’s oh so hard on me
for to feel alive
i’m finna wake ’em up this time
i don’t want your advice
ain’t tryna parking lot pimp
gone head and put this b_tch in drive yeah
f_ck n_gga want crash
i just got money on my mind yeah
nosey ass n_gga caught a bullet through the blinds yeah
all my hoes pressure
you only f_ck with fives, yeah
i got a red b_tch she bad as f_ck
but got a five head

flashing on my hoe
even though i’m sharing that b_tch
brought a bag back to daddy i might marry that b_tch, yeah
she went got an abortion she don’t want carry that b_tch
i know that’s your baby mama, i ain’t sparing that b_tch, nah
woo, pop smoke rick flair in that b_tch, yeah
i_ i ran out of sh_t to say c’mon
bring it down to brass tacks
b_tch, i’ma go back in my bag
ride around in my, hold up, yeah
ride around in my jag
four thousand for this marni fit this b_tch still got the tag
your boyfriend he a flunky bae i could’ve told you that, come on
f_cking up the section mmys all on the sofa
i don’t care about none of your stripes
if you lame, then i’ma joce you
i’m used to bad hoes
but something bout this one, gon’ make me post her
stuffed this b_tch up in my pocket
i ain’t never use a holster
i’ll whip this b_tch in walmart if i got to
i’ll whip this b_tch in target if i got to
real virgo
i’ma swipe up on your story if i want you
i heard your name bad in the streets twin i can’t front you, no
tryna control the thoughts in my head
but it’s hard yeah it’s oh so hard on me
for to feel alive
i’m finna wake ’em up this time
i don’t want your advice
ain’t tryna parking lot pimp
gone head and put this b_tch in drive yeah
f_ck n_gga want crash
i just got money on my mind yeah
nosey ass n_gga caught a bullet through the blinds yeah
all my hoes pressure
you only f_ck with fives, yeah
i got a red b_tch she bad as f_ck
but got a five head

ratchet b_tch from out the 9
ra_ ra_ ratchet b_tch
ra_ ratchet b_tch
ra_ ra_ ratchet b_tch
ratchet b_tch, ra_ ra_ ra_ ratchet b_tch
ra_ ratchet b_tch

- crybaby cash lyrics

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