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crybaby cash – pressure lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh
hey, come on, yea
yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, uh

[verse 1]
ouu ouu ouu ouu aye, yeah
i been begging twin to put them perkys to the side
b+tch had me feeling played she said
my d+ck a perfect size
she flew into columbia, then left out with a bod, woah
tesla car i’m pulling dog sh+t out the garage
b+tch falling on the floor soon as i arrived
hit her off a heart in the dm barely tried, gang
hit her in the car autopilot i ain’t drive
b+tch, i ain’t even talk but she going off the vibe
come on, come on, come on, yeah

she want me to cut off all my hoes, told her
go bring a bag
she was way too drunk up in the crib, so i can’t bring her back
how you mad at me? you still in the hood, i know you hate it there
just go look in the trunk see what it is you don’t wanna take it there
come on with a college b+tch shawty turned out boring
at her momma crib she cooking breakfast in the morning
makeup on i don’t know if she that gorgeous
trapped out hard going stupid going r+t+rded
yeah, all that money that you got boy it’s borrowed
gang you ain’t putting it on, you still rocking ralph lauren
b+tch had caught me slimed me out stop crying, you ain’t sorry
all my b+tches in the party, i’m turnt up regardless
he gon’ keep on talking, we turn him to a target
i was in the office at school, too obnoxious
f+cking with your bae, i’m trying to eat her like hibachi
sticks in the play n+gga think i’m finna box him
f+cking with a light+skinned b+tch shawty toxic
i know a dirty white b+tch, f+cked up off the oxy
100k play, trying to see how i’m gone top it
she playing fake g+y, i’m finna make her f+ck a thot b+tch
[bridge]
f+ck that thot b+tch, f+ck that thot, b+tch
f+ck that thot b+tch, f+ck that thot, b+tch
f+ck that thot b+tch, f+ck that thot, b+tch
f+ck that thot b+tch, f+ck that thot, b+tch
f+ck that thot b+tch

[verse 2]
come on, take the top off
these lame n+ggas be talking up in circles
feel sorry for the n+gga who want hurt us
get a t+shirt printed of his potna, yeah
f+ck off with a knot, uh, tongue all in her box, uh
junky picked the lock, uh, flunkies getting knocked, uh
bad b+tches walking in and out the trap spot, uh
grandma still be watching the have and the have nots
n+gga ain’t got no motion, but he got his hands out, whoa
she was in the club, but she’s twerk for the gram now, yeah
five years old with them hoes, i was playing house, woah
pillow talk for cat, you the same as a d+mn mouse

[chorus]
arch your back when i hit it, make me feel like my sh+t pressure
i just hit a pregnant hoe she got the socks for compression
four bands made a flat chest b+tch do her br++sts
she used to them lame n+ggas, she tryna arrest me
this lil young n+gga a game+giver them ogs tryna test me
n+gga talking to them police, them feds that’s his besties
ain’t no stopping, them folks got behind me i sped off
thot+ass b+tch at the crib talking my head off
arch your back when i hit it, make me feel like my sh+t pressure
i just hit a pregnant hoe she got the socks for compression
four bands made a flat chest b+tch do her br++sts
she used to them lame n+ggas, she tryna arrest me
this lil young n+gga a game+giver them ogs tryna test me
n+gga talking to them police, them feds that’s his besties
ain’t no stopping, them folks got behind me i sped off
thot+ass b+tch at the crib talking my head off

- crybaby cash lyrics

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