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lose me - crybaby cash & lawson vladimir lyrics

[hook: crybaby cash]
okay, shawty be with all that b*tchin’, bae, that’s how you lose me
okay, i got 20*20 vision, i can see right through you
f*ck n*gga won’t make a scene, he know they got cams on
i know her ass got silicone, i still want put my hands on
he lucky he made it, n*gga scared to put his mans on
she gon’ look straight at the phone when i turn the cam on
g6 and that julio, gon’ have her out her body
she ain’t never do aderall, now she said she want try it

[verse 1: lawson vladimir]
b*tch, them diamonds lookin’ cloudy
his ass on twitter too much, i know he ain’t nothin’ but a follower
i had told twin, don’t even trip, n*gga, the world is ours
that b*tch a thot, she let me f*ck for a set of flowers
i feel like kanyе west been on that road about 30 hours
he pillow talk to b*tches, that’s how that hoе heard about us
lame*ass old head, i think he uncle murder partner
the club finessed his ass, they just put sparkles on his bottles
one b*tch ran off on a bbl, she ain’t put down a deposit
she go to the doctor every month, that hoe cuttin’ up her body
five*star plates, i told you this ain’t tgi friday
he just like charleston white, he put the police on everybody
ain’t got no hits like scottie cain, he in b.r. probably
my phone keep dyin’, i just gotta let it charge probably
she supernatural, she told me she born with the body
yo, baby daddy broke, i heard he work at o’reilly’s
[verse 2: crybaby cash]
she in the gym doing pilates to a shape her body
the b*tch been graduated college and still a thotty
mardi gras hit a b*tch in a port*a*potty
twins with the plug, i told the judge i don’t know about him
he ain’t put up, he just want take pictures with the bottle
lawson had told me he the one put y’all on bravado
10k followers, b*tch sayin’ she a model
and then she givin’ play but actin’ funny cause i hit her potna
and b*tch it’s buku easy to look like money and you don’t really got it
and i’m taxing for this light dep this b*tch smell just like exotic
then i hit a sidestep, that b*tch tryna get bread up out me
woah, i might f*ck her raw, but she won’t get the head up out me
i been playin’ tug*of*war with numbers tryna make a profit
these n*ggas worse than my momma, all they do is gossip
i got noodles in the pot, but i’m still poppin’ sh*t cause b*tch, i’m poppin
okay, she act like a thot, gon’ show her body, treat her like a object
too much wock, need two fantas
she keep shootin’ at my top, i’m gone fu flam her
n*ggas keep cl!ckin’ up, they ain’t got that many bandanas
back at that sh*t again, they keep on sayin’, d*mn daniel

- crybaby cash lawson vladimir lyrics

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