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crybaby cash - red beans lyrics

come on, come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on, come on, uh

go ahead, pop that perc, wash it down with lean
thot hoe going to work, got a teddy bear full of codeine
b+tch walk down that bag, yeah, all my hoes they green, whoa
push start in my jag, riding down magazine, come on
b+tch i’m from new orleans, got a pot that’s full of red beans
then i know i’m a target, n+gga, too fresh, too clean
then i know i’m a target, n+gga, too fresh, too clean

whoa, frenzy got her talking now she see me in her dreams
i got a rick owens, doc martens that b+tch gon’ sauce on me
i can’t put the b+tch in park she was too meant for the streets
we blow down in rental cars, give a f+ck about a fee
you gon’ give that b+tch your heart, i don’t give a f+ck about a fee

i don’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they mixy
i’ma play with them ps til i’m 60
old white b+tch, credit 850
and my favorite hoe, she a pick me
and your favorite partner a mickey
i be driving like i ain’t suspended
i won’t trick on that hoe, she can’t trick me
b+tch i put that sh+t on, you can fl!ck me

go ahead, pop that perc, wash it down with lean
thot hoe going to work, got a teddy bear full of codeine
b+tch walk down that bag, yeah, all my hoes they green, whoa
push start in my jag, riding down magazine, come on
b+tch i’m from new orleans, got a pot that’s full of red beans
then i know i’m a target, n+gga, too fresh, too clean
th+ then i know i’m a target, n+gga, too fresh, too clean
th+ then i know i’m a target, n+gga, too fresh, too clean

- crybaby cash lyrics

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