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crybaby cash & lawson vladimir - old benz lyrics

[verse 1: crybaby cash]
yeah, come on
we don’t really see him, he don’t be outside for real
i know n+ggas tweakin’ to get freaky for a feel
she f+ck with a peon, she don’t understand what’s real
how you still ain’t get on, n+gga ain’t you signed a deal?
shawty was on the blade, she got a p+ssy in the field
hit a b+tch with a fake booty just to see how it feel
my b+tch had did me slime as f+ck so i know how it feel
i just put up my furniture in my crib now i’m chill
how he say he hard but words gon’ put him in his feels
how you let another n+gga opinion make you k!ll
i was gettin’ a discount, getting it all from sams
shawty tryna trip out, don’t know who ya am
i don’t like them b+tches who be messy with they friends
n+gga think hе popping it cause he went bought a bеnz
2014, n+gga you ain’t spend no more than ten
n+ggas workin’ hard just for to spend it on the rent
i was oh my god and had a massage with my lil twin
i be feelin’ hard so i don’t put my feelings in
sick world boulevard, i been accomplished, come get in
i ain’t tryna be hard, but i’m a target cause i’m lit
but i’m still gon’ off him if he tryna touch my sh+t
i don’t really crash often, but i’ma stay here for my kid
i can’t even talk to my mom about sh+t i did
i can’t even be around n+ggas that don’t stand on biz
voicing her opinion, but that sh+t don’t make no sense
and i f+ck with this song, but i just don’t f+ck with the mix
you in my mix, boy, you act like a b+tch
n+ggas joce my fits when i take pics then n+ggas wear my fits
she don’t wanna facetime, she wanna wait until her hair go get fixed
text too many times, that’s why i’m gone disown the b+tch
[verse 2: lawson vladimir]
know some n+ggas still in last place, guess them n+ggas like it there
big+ass frenzy up in the hills, ig hoes gon’ hike in there
all the cars they new, them b+tches talk, they drive by they self
he got too many features, guess he couldn’t sell records by his self
labels talkin’ petty money, i’ma do this sh+t all by myself
tryna go to paris, drive the foreign, that b+tch on her left
them party ain’t got no f+ckin’ b+tches, that’s why all the b+tches left
kitchen cost like twenty thousand, she gon’ shake her ass in there
b+tch keep tryna get me to the party, but i ain’t showin’ up
superstar status, all my n+ggas lit and this more of us
pop my sh+t, that’s mandatory cause i remember i was broke as f+ck
this rap sh+t crazy, seen a broke hoe sell her soul to get close to us
big+ass bentley got five percent, you can’t see sh+t, don’t notice us
f+ck n+gga think he diddy, caresha, please them hoes ain’t nothin’ to us
they told me your potna cripple, that sh+t critical he can’t walk with us
i’ma say the last dance for my white b+tch, this sh+t like a movie cut
ha, he still not in that algorithm, he not movin’ up
she know all my n+ggas lit, that’s why she got somethin’ to prove to us
drop the top in the f+ckin’ snow, i’m in my glow for real
got a couple b+tches lurkin’, don’t really post for real
put that sh+t on first, run with it, they don’t know what it is
course got a couple thousand, b+tch, i could run some drills
lame+ass n+ggas sick, they mad, i’m really glad they is
control the whole f+ckin’ globe, i changed the stratosphere

- crybaby cash lawson vladimir lyrics

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