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crybaby cash and lawson vladimir - bend lyrics

[verse 1: crybaby cash]
big ol’ house in midtown, she goin’ just off that
cash, you ain’t trippin’, bout them hoes
you just been tryna get your racks huh
b+tches don’t want much in life except to get that ass done
i hate when a b+tch bring her friends and she the only bad one
i don’t 2 step with hoes up in the club, bae, i’m gon’ hit you after
label got him cryin’ on the gram, he don’t own his masters
she caved in and made a onlyfans, now she gettin’ nasty
i never see you around no hoes bro, so why you always flashin’
y’all puttin’ that powder in your nose hole, i can’t let that happen
before tiktok, she didn’t even know how to twerk, now that b+tch clappin
he tryna f+ck, he bought a prada purse, man that b+tch average
diamonds gon’ make her p+ssy bunny hop, b+tches like carrots
kept makin’ disses where your potnas now they all got burried
smoking exotic in a frog eye rari i’m spazzin
bro brought this thot b+tch to the crib i let him borrow my mattress

[hook: crybaby cash]
ok bend, baby, gone bend
yeah, i know she fine and her ass got dents
and i be flying
in whatever whip i’m in
my phone on 5, b+tch just like my tint
okay, bend, baby, gone bend
baby, gone bend, baby, gone bend
baby, gone bend, baby, gone bend
baby, gone bend, baby, gone bend
baby, gone bend
[verse 2: lawson vladimir]
trippin’ with this money, got a tiger and a mansion
pop my sh+t, cause i remember days i didn’t have it
your b+tch like a backwoods to the game, we gon’ pass her
feel like elon musk, i’m tryna take a trip to nasa
she got the fake t++th, that’s why that hoe keep on laughin
your diamonds not hittin’, they like background dancers
bet that b+tch gon’ let me f+ck, cause my shirt say lanvin
he r.s.v. for the party, didn’t get in, d+mn, what happened
told my fans don’t ever tell me you my favorite rapper
let’s go to the after party, then the after party after
them b+tches will steal everything and act like it never happened
you could meet the brokest hoe in america in saks fifth
them sugar daddies, they goin’ out of business, get off your ass quick
your partner broke, he middlemanning bows talkin’ bout “tap in”
them titties cheap, she spent five racks, them b+tches plastic
i put the srt in sport mode, your ass in last place
and you could get a couple million right now if you got your credit straight
that b+tch crib got sh+t all over, i told her clean the place
signed a deal for like five bands, i think he did it with mase
if this was 1990s, i’ll have johnny cochran beat the case
it’s crazy when you get some clout, them broke hoes will do anything
been puttin’ that sh+t on since gucci man hade made lemonade
and he ain’t got no motion, told his ass gon’ live up in a grave
you mad because your b+tch a thot and your job told you you ain’t gettin’ paid
[hook: crybaby cash]
okay, bend, baby, gone bend
baby, gone bend, baby, gone bend
baby, gone bend, baby, gone bend
baby, gone bend, baby, gone bend
baby, gone bend

[refrain: crybaby cash]
diamonds gone make her p+ssy bunny hop
baby, gone bend
kept making disses where your potnas now
baby, gone bend
smoking exotic in a frog eye
baby, gone bend
bro brought b+tch to the crib i let him

[hook: crybaby cash]
baby, gone bend, baby, gone bend
yeah, i know she fine and her ass got dents
and i be flying
in whatever whip i’m in
my phone on 5, b+tch just like my tint
okay, bend

- crybaby cash and lawson vladimir lyrics

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