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crybaby cash - waffle house lyrics

yeah, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon

after the club, tryna f+ck with something at the waffle house
they selling scales at the corner store by my momma house
getting possessive, that my main b+tch i had to swap her out
dude in his 30s, he ain’t got no money, why you poppin’ out?
but i ain’t trippin’
you on that burner page commenting you hating for a living
i like my whips all black and the same go for my b+tches
rocking them cvd stones, that n+gga got his chain printed
i’m finna pay my card down, cause i done went over the limit

c’mon
he done cut the pipes out of his challenger, it’s still slow
hе a pushover, but best beliеve he crashing ’bout a hoe
we gon’ cancel all the p+ssy, when it’s money on the floor
f+ck a fee, i’ma blow the zip down in a rental car
i done seen twin go and walk a whip down then get it off
she for the streets, i’ma take his b+tch down, i’m f+cked up
if all the boxes you sent out, touch down you lucked up
yeah, yeah
she wanna fly out of the country i’m like, where you tryna go?
i be flexin’, like i ain’t one loss away from being poor
i heard your dogs keep getting spanked, like they been p+ssin’ on the floor
she said, “you look like a demon,” i’m like, “you right on the nose”
i can tell that lil’ hoe broke, i smell the sweet pea in her clothes
ok, this trap sh+t ain’t bout nothin’, i know punks that sellin’ bowls
got a low for like 250, but it was purple with a nose
after the club, tryna f+ck with something at the waffle house
they selling scales at the corner store by my momma house
getting possessive, that my main b+tch i had to swap her out
dude in his 30s, he ain’t got no money, why you poppin’ out?
but i ain’t trippin’
you on that burner page commenting you hating for a living
i like my whips all black and the same go for my b+tches
rocking them cvd stones, that n+gga got his chain printed
i’m finna pay my card down, cause i done went over the limit

i don’t take a chance, pay my rent in advance
b+tch i’m lying through my t++th, i’m just gon’ pay that late fee
said i don’t want f+ck cause shawty turned me off, and now she hate me
then i’m confused, i got a vegan freak she said she hate meat
so look, b+tch what’s the plan? that n+gga bond like four racks
but he ain’t got no bands
don’t know how to talk to the b+tches
his heart start beating fast
settle for less that n+gga b+tch built like a beanbag
this n+gga fanned out ’bout youngboy, he got a green flag
you know what’s crazy?
n+gga fanned out, and he 30
you gave your cat out to a lame, baby i think that p+ssy dirty
putting a hundred of them b+tches in a checked bag, it ain’t worth it
f+cking with her and her lil’ potna, but i ain’t do that sh+t on purpose
ride through the city evil twin she with me
standing on that business, and all you n+ggas b+tches
you wanna be a gangsta, cause you like the image
you just wanna crash out and hang around some n+ggas
after the club, tryna f+ck with something at the waffle house
they selling scales at the corner store by my momma house
getting possessive, that my main b+tch i had to swap her out
dude in his 30s, he ain’t got no money, why you poppin’ out?
but i ain’t trippin’
you on that burner page commenting you hating for a living
i like my whips all black and the same go for my b+tches
rocking them cvd stones, that n+gga got his chain printed
i’m finna pay my card down, cause i done went over the limit

- crybaby cash lyrics

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