paroles de chanson MoNST3R - Crybaby Cash

Got the drop, f- that, walk them down yeah
I don't think lil woadie want to talk now
F- the opps, pigs turn bacon in this b- yeah
Pill bottle scratching off the label on this b- yeah
Slow your roll I told baby don't bother me right now

Lil butterface look way better with the lights down
F- around pull out put the kids on her tummy
I ain't got no feelings for that b- I hit her on top the covers
F- the jail, got to move quiet cause these p- trying to tell

How you say it's exotic but it ain't got a smell
Opps trying to stain but them n- inna fail
I was on the plane had to send them through the mail
Bust down or plain I don't even really care
I don't want that twang I can do it by myself

N- chasing fame he gone sell his soul his self
All that shit lame they gone put you on the shelf
Still was putting it on back when we was in the dell
Back when we was at school waiting on the bell

F- it clear the business
Shawty booty tough cause she all into fitness
In the mirror adding blush told me she was almost finished
B- I'm in a rush pack touched I don't want miss it

Twin just poured a four, syrup, f- they got me sipping?
And then I told that hoe swerve, I ain't got no interest
Hit me for them bows, serve, n- in my city

Hemi for the motor I'm minding my business
Demon or a hellcat f- round got to switch them
Swag got the Jag i told twin to come and get me
Riding with a bag cause I'm on my way to spend it

Tapped in with a bad b- 4L I don't miss her
I keep it 100 b- bone still want go the distance
Cash what you be doing about them birds?
Flip them pigeons got damn yeah

On block know the gang took the pipes out
Your car slow only thing he did was take the pipes out
Real versus baby bet you see them with the lights out
Whole house smell like bows hit it with the pinesol
Hoe why you got your clothes on go take your clothes off

Bro them ain't gone let you go nowhere they knock the doors off
She want go to Sickworld okay bae just don't talk
She was trying to shake her whole a- for the roll call

Bae go hit that gym your stomach big you need to tone down
He with all that tough sh- 'til we catch him alone huh
Oh God, here we go again I'm the monster
And I accidentally hit some of her friends guess I'm toxic
She was in my head trying to talk about some nonsense

I was trying to tell that b- I'm worried about a profit
Walk up in the pharmacy and ask them where the Wocky?
If it wasn't for the f on me I probably could have been a doctor
If these f- n- wasn't p-
I probably wouldn't even need a rocket
If these p- n- threw hands
We could just blend something then drop it