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letra de cry baby - sauve

[intro]
yuh, yuh, shorty wanna’ f-ck, gang, sauve
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[chorus]
why you said, i just made a milli’
you don’t write your music ’cause you bad
milli & vanilli diamonds on me chilly wish you had
used to rock with lily, ’til she f-ckin’ ditched me, did me bad
pop a f-ckin’ wheelie, ’cause a n-gga silly, man i’m mad

[verse 1]
gave me ocho cinco so they must of thought my name was chad
it’s not really hard, to mistake my -ss for a dad
chain on my pants, while my [?] on my [?]
hop up in a foreign, watch me took her just to jack
oo, this the type of sh-t that make you dance
oo, shout to the woman that wouldn’t give me a chance
i just met a baddie and we took a trip to france
then we hit the room, ‘lil shorty dropped her pants
i just fell in love with a thotty i’m like f-ck [?]
[?]
stab me in the back don’t expect to make a buck b-tch
i’m the ceo i’m not talking warren buffet, yuh yuh
i’m just kickin’ sh-t like yuh yuh
she like he got game no love love
my b-tch look like lady gaga

[chorus]
why you said, i just made a milli’
you don’t write your music ’cause you bad
milli & vanilli, diamonds on me chilly wish you had
used to ride with lily, ’til she f-ckin’ ditched me, did me bad
pop a f-ckin’ wheelie, ’cause a n-gga silly, man i’m mad

[verse 2]
that’s a rusty like mater, woah
it’s too late for your haters, woah
i can’t hang with your traitors, no
pop that p-ssy like a skater, woah
came with her with a fader
diamonds bite just like a gator
b-tch i’m ballin’ like a raider
you can call me dictator
i’m off a pack yuh
i’m off a pack yuh
i’m off a pack yuh
even though you hate me, i still love you
if you wanna’ date me, i can’t trust you
girl, i can’t help it if i only l-st you
run up on me, i’mma have to bust you
you know how it goes when it comes to these hoes
looking for my friends, all i see is my foes
b-tch i’m a pro, ain’t no regular joe
diamonds they froze, gucci all up on her toes
pick her before a liquor, never been sicker woah
juiced up in the party, hoes all up on my zipper, woah
these hoes look like strippers, i might have to tipper, woah
ain’t talkin’ blake griffin, ballin’ like the clippers, woah
pick her before beer, then you in the clear
with the [?] and cheers, i can barely steer
put it in her f-cking rear, bad b-tch britney spears
in my heart i have no fear, diamonds look like tears
yeah, yuh, yuh

- sauve

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