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rhyme n reason - cry me lyrics

verse (kaboo)
type of n-gga that sh-t don’t really mean much to
if you wanted love i’d be the last one you should come to
talk, gossip, and chatter, man them things don’t even matter
taking down all of this hennessey is punishing my bladder
but my liver good, they ain’t know a n-gga could
paint pictures with words, brush me off i wish a n-gga would
i wish they could, let me f-ckin talk
like a bomb a n-gga drop down
used to be so small, i be that oga at the top now
rock now, rock now, rocking with the gawdly ones
you not? cry me a river, baby, honestly that’s awfully dumb
working till the job is done, struggle till it’s time for fun
temptation all around me dawg i’m telling you i tried to run
away from all the sin, bombay brand covers my gin
uncle jack covers my whiskey and her lips cover my chin
hope her lipstick don’t make a print, woh
she stay up on my tip doe
body like a trophy, i’m surprised it do not drip gold
winding on that strip pole, watch her body dip low
i’m gazing as i sip slow, what the f-ck is going on?
this liquor is a trip yo, i’m grinding on my sh-t doe
i’m trying just to rip flows, and writing till my sh-t blow

hook (2x)
cry me a river, i see the water drip down
call me a sinner, i watch her as she strip down
swallow dilemmas, my liver hold the liq down
liver hold the liq down, liver hold the liq down

verse (j.o.)
whatever suits your kama sutra, i just watch you hit your zan
we met back in high school back in homeroom talking way back when
we met back in college when we was freshman n’ wasn’t drinking yet
what was we dreaming of…what was we thinking then?
think i fell in love, things fall apart and now i’m pouring up
riding solo, soco coca cola in my solo cup
polo collar popped it up, 151 we shot it up
sh-t got real n’ real quick, all the feels we bottled up

(kaboo) -my soul is tired, this girl got no attire
i’m drinking absinthe till i’m absent, my throat’s on fire
ask her what she gon do she said “anything my soul desires”
anything my soul desires, anything my soul desires-

really did give it my best shot
master chief with that headshot
tears drops all in my chef pot, stir it
really not a player i just crush a lot, heard it
heart in a box i’m on the move a lot, working
three course dinner time… serpent serving apple pie
she stay on the team cause the way she twerk
she earned it she could spend the night…..spend the night
i swear it’s love at first sight when that vision is for everclear
drinking til we disappear
or the remy martin reappear
now we outta here, the bottles gone we outta here

hook

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