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pradabagshawty - u cried lyrics

[intro: pradabagshawty]
what? (yo)
(aye, what these n+ggas on soulja?)
(what’s goin’?)
(brrat)
n+ggas just be— uh, huh
(what’s poppin’?)

[chorus: pradabagshawty]
h+ll yeah, i’m a rapper, i got b+tches on my roster (what?)
addy got me trippin’, what the f+ck, my jaw be locked up (addy, addy)
‘member when i met her, ain’t have nothin’, now she sauced up (sauced up)
my gang f+cked this ho, now that boy beggin’ for his soda (soda)
use me for my d+ck, she only call me when it’s time to f+ck (say what?, say what?)
‘member we had nothin’, now we locked in, this sh+t sewed up (yo)
me and lil twin see eye+to+eye
young mark slide, you know i slide (yuh, yuh)
send my gang hawk down yo’ block, we send some shots, you cried (sh+t, cried)

[verse 1: pradabagshawty]
bend that boy on ig live (blitt)
everyday, i’m outside (i’m outside)
shawty say i’m trippin’, f+cked her friend, i can’t even tell you why (i’m on the way)
wake up, then i crack a seal
i can’t change up how i live (no cap)
had to switch the trap spot, 12 was outside, this sh+t gettin’ real (on god)
n+gga, this just how i feel
in the street like holyfield (holyfield)
shooter not e’en trained, just picked the stick up, then learned how to drill (bwuh, bwuh)
[chorus: pradabagshawty]
h+ll yeah, i’m a rapper, i got b+tches on my roster (roster)
addy got me trippin’, what the f+ck, my jaw be locked up (locked up)
‘member when i met her, ain’t have nothin’, now she sauced up (she sauced up)
my gang f+cked this ho, now that boy beggin’ for his soda (say what?)
use me for my d+ck, she only call me when it’s time to f+ck (what?)
‘member we had nothin’, now we locked in, this sh+t sewed up (yo)
me and lil twin see eye+to+eye
young mark slide, you know i slide (slide)
send my gang hawk down yo’ block, we send some shots, you cried (yo’ b+tch+ass cried)

[verse 2: imsomarcus]
commissary calls, i just take ’em ’cause i miss my dawg (my dawg)
double+cross the plug, he got them bags, i’m gon’ take ’em all (say what?)
you can’t grab my pants, bae, ’cause i got glock inside my drawers (‘side of my drawers)
strip him for his money, see that pape’, i just need it all
throw back me a perc, i get the itchin’, get the twitchin’ (itchin’, get the twitchin’)
i can’t f+ck wit’ her, i think she want me for attention (think she want me for attention)
don’t e’en get me started, swing that stick and i ain’t missin’, yeah (swing that stick and i ain’t missin’)
gone wit’ all that f+ck sh+t, get that cap sh+t out my mentions (get that f+ck sh+t out my mentions)
(uh, yuh, money gang)

- pradabagshawty lyrics

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