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frenzy ft. nykobandz - crybaby cash & lawson vladimir lyrics

[verse 1: lawson vladimir]
with that full ice, that sh*t don’t hit hard
i feel like, i feel like everything happened
for a, ah, alright

he gon’ die with that chain, he ain’t wanna give it up
instagram b*tches, they got some clout, they wanna sit with us
flex on every b*tch, cause they ain’t never do sh*t for us
told my young n*gga what you want, that honda or that bentley truck
i just might bust down a thot, get that hoe the princess cut
sober b*tch got her hand out, i ain’t even lit the blunt
from the suburbs like the migos, he ain’t been to the trenches once
fastest way to turn into a junkiе is you givin’ up
srt ain’t got no keys, told that b*tch go press that b*tton
instagram got your b*tch, i don’t know why you really trust hеr
flex on every lame n*gga, then i move across the country
step on all these rap n*ggas, they like cans i’ma crush em’
check my apple music, got a couple fans out in london
showtime, watchin’ dexter, i’ma k!ll a n*gga for nothin’
he a s*x offender, he can’t go around kids up in public
and his life sh*t is a gamble, roll the dice you might get lucky

[verse 2: nykobandz]
man, lil mama got potato salad arms, she from the country
that’s a big fine thing, man she fine and she bountry
man that hoe try to set him up, but he ain’t have nothin’
i just sprayed all this baccarat on don’t bump me
big ass house, i be f*ckin’, want no company
packs coming in and out that trap house like a monkey
we gon’ run off on dawgy, he a flunky
stepped in dior, all this dog sh*t on me
i don’t got no time for no games, huh
flexing what we hit a opp from far range, huh
picture that he put a cutie in his fitted hat
he under the bridge, he try to cap for the internet
your b*tch freaky man she always wanna interact
that draco on the interstate we bout to pull a ceiling back
nykobandz b*tch i’m him i don’t want chitter chat
i been rockin’ dog sh*t way before the internet
two f*ckin’ times, she came back, i know she into that
money like lebron lil’ b*tch you gon’ have to triple team
[verse 3: crybaby cash]
i’ma put these hoes in a frenzy, goin’ crazy
i’ma put these hoes in a frenzy, goin’ crazy
that hoe bad and she what i want, but not what a n*gga need
cargo sp*ce up in the trunk, sticks, clothes, shoes, ps
he don’t make no f*ckin’ pape, he ain’t got no loose leaf
in a x6 with a drac, f*ck a n*gga, sue me
come on, come on, come on, b*tch, i feel like hugh hef
all these f*ckin’ hoes on me, n*gga feelin’ too blessed
b*tch legs buku big got a booty like a dooley
but when she take off that wig b*tch be lookin’ like a shooter
f*ck the opps we gon’ turn it up, we gon’ spaz on ’em
bad b*tch gon’ make that f*ckin’ n*gga go and crash up
man these hoes lame hoe be tryin’ to trap, i got hot sauce
i can’t ever go over to her crib, she ain’t got one
uh, uh, i’ma put these hoes in a frenzy, goin’ crazy

i’ma put these hoes in a frenzy, goin’ crazy
i’ma put these hoes in a frenzy, goin’ crazy
i’ma put these hoes in a frenzy, goin’ crazy

- crybaby cash lawson vladimir lyrics

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