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Cry Lyrics - Artist : yvngxchris
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[yvngxchris:] Bitch, I'm in L.A. posted with Crisis I seen a lil' badass bitch get behind it I pulled off in a Hellcat, nigga, I'm flyin' Got racks in my pocket, these jeans Number (N)ine I'm leavin' 'em fried I got a Glock in my hand, I aim it at him when he tried That lil' nigga tried I'm 'bout to call up my young nigga Kato, send 'em to the sky If a nigga run up I got a Glock in the trunk, eat a nigga like some pie If I call up my shooter That nigga really hittin' shit, now his mama cried So I got to avoid 'em Bitch, I would never be cuffin' these bitches Just fuckin' these bitches, that's just out of boredom Boy, do not play with your luck I do not give a fuck, I'ma grab my lil' stick and I torch 'em Damn, I might just hop out the Porsche I shoot a nigga, after that I record 'em [Crisis:] Yeah, then I record 'em Crisis got back and you know that I'm goin' Feel like Kobe, you know that I'm scorin' Might fuck a bitch and then she be moanin' Niggas be talkin', but they really hate I got six niggas with me, no Drake Get to the bag and right to the cake Some of these niggas, they really snakes [yvngxchris:] Yeah, they be snakes, we cut the grass up Shorty gon' shake it, reverse, told her "Back up" Boy, you be bitchin', you just act tough Where is your sack at? Go get your racks up, nigga Bitch, I'm in L.A. posted with Crisis I seen a lil' badass bitch get behind it I pulled off in a Hellcat, nigga, I'm flyin' Got racks in my pocket, these jeans Number (N)ine I'm leavin' 'em fried I got a Glock in my hand, I aim it at him when he tried That lil' nigga tried I'm 'bout to call up my young nigga Kato, send 'em to the sky If a nigga run up I got a Glock in the trunk, eat a nigga like some pie If I call up my shooter That nigga really hittin' shit, now his mama cried [Crisis:] He finna cry tonight, cry today Shawty want me, but I'm never the same An avatar nigga, feelin' like Aang That nigga talkin', he don't want no problems Cook on the stove and I'm not talkin' ramen Yeah, I got dreads on me like a Jamaican That nigga talkin', we cook him like bacon [yvngxchris:] And I got bands in my goddamn hands, man Flip a nigga upside down, like a handstand Glock finna hit a nigga, make a nigga do a dance, man She like the fashion, the [?] on my pants, man I'm finna get to the bands, man Got hits on hits on hits, I'm really a band man They be like, "Chris, how the fuck you be goin' so viral? I see you all day, goddamn man" Shh, goddamn man, how the fuck you do that shit? Hit from the back, shorty a catfish Bitch, I'm in L.A. posted up with Crisis, I'll tell you what happened Bitch, I'm in L.A. posted with Crisis I seen a lil' badass bitch get behind it I pulled off in a Hellcat, nigga, I'm flyin' Got racks in my pocket, these jeans Number (N)ine I'm leavin' 'em fried I got a Glock in my hand, I aim it at him when he tried That lil' nigga tried I'm 'bout to call up my young nigga Kato, send 'em to the sky If a nigga run up I got a Glock in the trunk, eat a nigga like some pie If I call up my shooter That nigga really hittin' shit, now his mama cried |
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