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Crybaby Cash - Mind Ya Business Lyrics



Crybaby Cash - Mind Ya Business Lyrics
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Woah woah c'mon c'mon
Swerving in traffic
I f*ck with the baddest
That ass got attachments
She brown skinned and tatted
That throat could do magic
That's why I'm attracted
She bougie but she still get ratchet
I'ma rip her her straight out of the plastic
Then I'm fly you just a maggot
I'ma squat and trap out abandoned
Niggas too turnt up in traffic
Hellcats Trackhawks it's madness
Niggas sold his soul for a million dollar deal
And he still be crashing damn
I don't be checking my texts
Then I'm f*cked up in the head still be f*cking my ex
You niggas made me upset
You niggas the reason these hoes want a lot for the less
Crashed out 'bout a bitch
F*ck nigga only hoe that he think he can get
PO tested for my piss
Stupid bitch I had failed but still
I'ma do what I want
I got that hee-hee-hee-hee in the trunk
Begging bitch I don't know what you want
You ain't fly nigga still sharing clothes
Freddy Krueger he be scaring the hoes
762 rip the doors
Common sense bitch don't ask how I know
Put a YouTube check in the yeah
Put a YouTube check in the bows
Yeah
Bitch mind your business
Nigga mind your business
Bitch mind your-
Two-tone
Got a mixed hoe two-tone
Old head still on flip phones
Got some shit gotta get gone
Most you niggas will do anything in the world just to get on
Cougar old as Flintstones
Twin been selling benzos
Yeah yeah
Flexing but your Benz old
Healthy in my mental
Bitch I was born in my glow yeah
And I'm that bear you don't poke yeah
No I don't care about your folks
Uh I'm always in mood for a joke
Uh health conscious I stop eating pork
Yeah if we walking bitch don't split the pole
I feel rich when I put on a robe
I'ma take me a pic front of Rolls
No it ain't mine but I'm still gon' flex
Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex huh
Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex come on
Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex flex come on
I got that hee-hee-hee-hee in the trunk
Begging bitch I don't know what you want
You ain't fly nigga still sharing clothes
Freddy Krueger he be scaring the hoes
762 rip the doors
Common sense bitch don't ask how I know
Put a YouTube check in the yeah
Put a YouTube check in the bows
Yeah
Bitch mind your business
Nigga mind your business
Bitch mind your business
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English

Woah woah c'mon c'mon
Swerving in traffic
I f*ck with the baddest
That ass got attachments
She brown skinned and tatted
That throat could do magic
That's why I'm attracted
She bougie but she still get ratchet
I'ma rip her her straight out of the plastic
Then I'm fly you just a maggot
I'ma squat and trap out abandoned
Niggas too turnt up in traffic
Hellcats Trackhawks it's madness
Niggas sold his soul for a million dollar deal
And he still be crashing damn
I don't be checking my texts
Then I'm f*cked up in the head still be f*cking my ex
You niggas made me upset
You niggas the reason these hoes want a lot for the less
Crashed out 'bout a bitch
F*ck nigga only hoe that he think he can get
PO tested for my piss
Stupid bitch I had failed but still
I'ma do what I want
I got that hee-hee-hee-hee in the trunk
Begging bitch I don't know what you want
You ain't fly nigga still sharing clothes
Freddy Krueger he be scaring the hoes
762 rip the doors
Common sense bitch don't ask how I know
Put a YouTube check in the yeah
Put a YouTube check in the bows
Yeah
Bitch mind your business
Nigga mind your business
Bitch mind your-
Two-tone
Got a mixed hoe two-tone
Old head still on flip phones
Got some shit gotta get gone
Most you niggas will do anything in the world just to get on
Cougar old as Flintstones
Twin been selling benzos
Yeah yeah
Flexing but your Benz old
Healthy in my mental
Bitch I was born in my glow yeah
And I'm that bear you don't poke yeah
No I don't care about your folks
Uh I'm always in mood for a joke
Uh health conscious I stop eating pork
Yeah if we walking bitch don't split the pole
I feel rich when I put on a robe
I'ma take me a pic front of Rolls
No it ain't mine but I'm still gon' flex
Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex huh
Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex come on
Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex flex come on
I got that hee-hee-hee-hee in the trunk
Begging bitch I don't know what you want
You ain't fly nigga still sharing clothes
Freddy Krueger he be scaring the hoes
762 rip the doors
Common sense bitch don't ask how I know
Put a YouTube check in the yeah
Put a YouTube check in the bows
Yeah
Bitch mind your business
Nigga mind your business
Bitch mind your business
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Writer: ashton butler
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Language: English
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Written by: ashton butler

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