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justin thee stallion - cry baby lyrics

[intro: justin thee stallion]
real hot girl sh+t
(d.a. got that dope)

[chorus: dababy]
that ain’t dababy, that’s my baby
her friends and mom hate me (go)
lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (mmm)
she ain’t gave me none of that p+ssy in a while
she had the boy waitin’, i don’t mind waitin’ (come here)
oh, you ain’t gon’ respond to my texts? (oh, yeah?)
want me keep on my diamonds, we s+x? (what’s your name?)

[verse 1: dababy]
keisha? (kei), jasmine? (jas), kiera? megan? (go)
lisa? ashley? (ashley), sierra? sarah?
she got her hands on her knees with her ass in the air, ooh, that lil’ b+tch a player
if her friends ain’t around to record it, she bend over, shake that lil’ ass in the mirror
like godd+mn, what a n+gga gotta do for your number?
shawty came through with that head so good, i said f+ck it, i ain’t usin’ no rubber
way she make that ass bounce, think i love her
got that ass and that mouth from her mother
type to make your bae mad, you in trouble
nba playoffs that ass, it’s a bubble
uh+uh, uh+uh, come here, come here, uh+uh
throw that ass back, come here, come here
[chorus: dababy]
that ain’t dababy, that’s my baby
her friends and mom hate me (go)
lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (go)
she ain’t gave me none of that p+ssy in a while
she had the boy waitin’, i don’t mind waitin’
oh, you ain’t gon’ respond to my texts? (oh, yeah?)
want me keep on my diamonds, we s+x? (what’s your name?)

[verse 2: justin thee stallion]
(wah, wah, wah, wah) real hot girl sh+t (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
lay on my stomach, toot it up, do the crybaby (crybaby)
look back, hold it open, now he annihilated (yeah)
moaning like a b+tch when he hit this p+ssy
d+mn, he probably wanna wear my hoodie (ah)
choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me (thank me)
if i give it to another n+gga, he’ll hate me (he’ll hate me)
spit, slurp, give him that work
fell too fast for me, now the n+gga hurt
deeper, deeper, i need a reaper
thought i was in trouble how he tearin’ them cheeks up
keep me a freak, who the flavor of the week?
if i make up the rules, then i don’t think it’s cheatin’
jordan, tommy, timothy, daniel (which one?)
might let jonathan bring in sarah (come here, sarah)
b+tch tryna brag about taking my man (huh?)
hah, i needed me a n+gga off my hands (hahahaha)
uh+uh, don’t f+ck me like that, f+ck me like this, yeah, ayy
[chorus: justin thee stallion]
his friends and his dad hate me (yeah)
i broke his lil’ heart, he a crybaby (wah+wah+wah)
if i ain’t let him hit the p+ssy by now
then that n+gga lame if he still waitin’ (ah, ah, ah)
i ain’t even save your number (nope)
so no, i can’t reply to no text (no text)
i make him cry ’bout the p+ssy, hmm
probably why my sh+t so wet (ah, ah, ah, ah, wah, wah, wah)

- justin thee stallion lyrics

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