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Young Crow - Cello Lyrics



Young Crow - Cello Lyrics




No love for a hoe or a fake homie
Don't need anyone imma do it by my lonely
Imma get this shit regardless, on mommas im living heartless
If you want to hate on the team its no problem
We don't give a f*ck
Nah we never did
I spit that sick shit you lames do the opposite
Cover my ears cause I don't want to hear another word
Cause what's the point if I can kill you all with just one verse
Hit em where it hurts, F*ck it put him in the dirt
Only reason that you hate on me is cause your girls a flirt
I don't want that hoe
Give her a good time and go
You stressing over pussy I'm tryna get rich and stack dough
Let it blow, like that white girl going up your nose
Or like the homie when he got that K with his pistol
He told me stay sucka free, that's what I already do
Rag in the left side pocket and the color blue

We stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Pull up to the scene with that thing like hello
Stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Like a cello
Like a cello, Like
We stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Pull up to the scene with that thing like hello
Stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Like a cello
Like a cello, Like

Fools give a f*ck about the wrong thing
Leave your man baby Young Crow is what you need
Sike that's only for a little bit, don't get too excited hoe
GSU is on my ass so I gotta lay low
I gotta go
Take the back streets back home
Drive through the neighborhood where they hate me the most
Of it's my time to go then I gotta go
God is watching over me, just in case you didn't know
My dead homie is too, Rest In Peace we still all miss you
Disrespect his name man we pushing the issue
Getting turnt up, making money, still gon' stay down
Can't waste any time don't got any to wait around
Feel like death is catching up but I ain't scared of it
Pull it out, cock it back, take aim then bust it
Sometimes you don't have time so keep one in the head
But shit if it's your time you gon' end up dead

We stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Pull up to the scene with that thing like hello
Stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Like a cello
Like a cello, Like
We stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Pull up to the scene with that thing like hello
Stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Like a cello
Like a cello, Like

We stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Pull up to the scene with that thing like hello
Stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Like a cello
Like a cello, Like
We stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Pull up to the scene with that thing like hello
Stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Like a cello
Like a cello, Like
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No love for a hoe or a fake homie
Don't need anyone imma do it by my lonely
Imma get this shit regardless, on mommas im living heartless
If you want to hate on the team its no problem
We don't give a f*ck
Nah we never did
I spit that sick shit you lames do the opposite
Cover my ears cause I don't want to hear another word
Cause what's the point if I can kill you all with just one verse
Hit em where it hurts, F*ck it put him in the dirt
Only reason that you hate on me is cause your girls a flirt
I don't want that hoe
Give her a good time and go
You stressing over pussy I'm tryna get rich and stack dough
Let it blow, like that white girl going up your nose
Or like the homie when he got that K with his pistol
He told me stay sucka free, that's what I already do
Rag in the left side pocket and the color blue

We stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Pull up to the scene with that thing like hello
Stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Like a cello
Like a cello, Like
We stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Pull up to the scene with that thing like hello
Stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Like a cello
Like a cello, Like

Fools give a f*ck about the wrong thing
Leave your man baby Young Crow is what you need
Sike that's only for a little bit, don't get too excited hoe
GSU is on my ass so I gotta lay low
I gotta go
Take the back streets back home
Drive through the neighborhood where they hate me the most
Of it's my time to go then I gotta go
God is watching over me, just in case you didn't know
My dead homie is too, Rest In Peace we still all miss you
Disrespect his name man we pushing the issue
Getting turnt up, making money, still gon' stay down
Can't waste any time don't got any to wait around
Feel like death is catching up but I ain't scared of it
Pull it out, cock it back, take aim then bust it
Sometimes you don't have time so keep one in the head
But shit if it's your time you gon' end up dead

We stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Pull up to the scene with that thing like hello
Stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Like a cello
Like a cello, Like
We stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Pull up to the scene with that thing like hello
Stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Like a cello
Like a cello, Like

We stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Pull up to the scene with that thing like hello
Stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Like a cello
Like a cello, Like
We stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Pull up to the scene with that thing like hello
Stacking bread so we can buy straps big like a cello
Like a cello
Like a cello, Like
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Writer: issac dominguez
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