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depop - crybaby cash & lawson vladimir lyrics

{verse 1: crybaby cash}
yeah, she don’t know how to put it on
what’s in my styrofoam phone
don’t ask you’ll never know
got, okay
got bows on top of bows
he on depop for clothes
she want me drop a lo
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i’m finna buss in her
her boyfriend lame think he that n*gga because he muscled up
toronto b*tch rockin’ all black look like the punisher
trap out the condo that b*tch big without no furniture
f*ck n*gga ain’t got no decorum bridges burnin’ up
okay, she want a gift card from sephora then we turnin’ up
that b*tch know i’m amazing, margiela
roll out make her put me on her playlist
they finna come and sn*tch the whip, he missed a payment
watch these n*ggas turn doritos to a blanket
fifteen dollar fit, sticking to the basics
you’re just not my type
i need you to put it on baby ’til you hit the f*ckin’ grave
i don’t understand, she wanna go to new orleans for a parade
nevermind, she just wanna stay in the crib come over and shake
told her breakin’ her bread
that’s the reason she gon’ get saved
shawty gon’ give me head
then spent the block, i came again
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on
{verse 2: lawson vladimir}
once you got some motion
broke ass hoes gon’ ask for everything
guess that sh*t really blood diamonds
he really died over a chain
had some motion two years ago
me fell off, don’t even look the same
time be flyin’ super fast
i’m in that new sh*t switchin’ lanes
twin say he want that bust down
i told him it’s worth more money plain
junkies on that dog food
he scr*pin’ up some f*ckin’ change
she gon’ put it on for real
my b*tch and your b*tch not the same
half a million up on my mind
i’ma pop my sh*t on everybody
put that b*tch in the close friends
we doin’ some sh*t that’s very private
cuttin’ all the loose ends
ain’t gon’ stop til the plane is private
do anything for them lame hoes
he probably buy that b*tch a body
uh, uh, uh, uh
2023, you can talk to the car
this b*tch robotic
six figures, really no money
that sh*t can’t get a private island
this sh*t get evil right where i’m from
they’ll slime you out over a thousand dollars
new york fashion week, i’m sittin’ front row
and my b*tch and prada
tesla x, put that b*tch in sport
this is a different model
sober b*tch, tweakin’ to hit the blunt
gave her some gelato
toxic b*tch, drunk as sh*t
this goofy hoe done k!lled the bottle

- crybaby cash lawson vladimir lyrics

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