Cry Baby lyrics

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DaBaby


[Intro: Justin Thee Stallion]
Real hot girl sh*t
(d.a. got that dope)

[Chorus: DaBaby]
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Her friends and mom hate me (Go)
Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (Mmm)
She ain't gave me none of that pus*y in a while
She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin' (Come here)
Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?)

[Verse 1: DaBaby]
Keisha? (Kei), Jasmine? (Jas), Kiera? Megan? (Go)
Lisa? Ashley? (Ashley), Sierra? Sarah?
She got her hands on her knees with her ass in the air, ooh, that lil' b*tch a player
If her friends ain't around to record it, she bend over, shake that lil' ass in the mirror
Like goddamn, what a n*gga gotta do for your number?
Shawty came through with that head so good, I said f*ck it, I ain't usin' no rubber
Way she make that ass bounce, think I love her
Got that ass and that mouth from her mother
Type to make your bae mad, you in trouble
NBA playoffs that ass, it's a bubble
Uh-uh, uh-uh, come here, come here, uh-uh
Throw that ass back, come here, come here

[Chorus: DaBaby]
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Her friends and mom hate me (Go)
Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (Go)
She ain't gave me none of that pus*y in a while
She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin'
Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?)

[Verse 2: Justin Thee Stallion]
(Wah, wah, wah, wah) Real hot girl sh*t (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Lay on my stomach, toot it up, do the crybaby (Crybaby)
Look back, hold it open, now he annihilated (Yeah)
Moaning like a b*tch when he hit this pus*y
Damn, he probably wanna wear my hoodie (Ah)
Choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me (Thank me)
If I give it to another n*gga, he'll hate me (He'll hate me)
Spit, slurp, give him that work
Fell too fast for me, now the n*gga hurt
Deeper, deeper, I need a reaper
Thought I was in trouble how he tearin' them cheeks up
Keep me a freak, who the flavor of the week?
If I make up the rules, then I don't think it's cheatin'
Jordan, Tommy, Timothy, Daniel (Which one?)
Might let Jonathan bring in Sarah (Come here, Sarah)
b*tch tryna brag about taking my man (Huh?)
Hah, I needed me a n*gga off my hands (Hahahaha)
Uh-uh, don't f*ck me like that, f*ck me like this, yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Justin Thee Stallion]
His friends and his dad hate me (Yeah)
I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby (Wah-wah-wah)
If I ain't let him hit the pus*y by now
Then that n*gga lame if he still waitin' (Ah, ah, ah)
I ain't even save your number (Nope)
So no, I can't reply to no text (No text)
I make him cry 'bout the pus*y, hmm
Probably why my sh*t so wet (Ah, ah, ah, ah, wah, wah, wah)
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