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Crybaby Cash - Register to Vote Lyrics



Crybaby Cash - Register to Vote Lyrics




Yea
I hit from the back she lose control
The bitch in her feelings she had to go
I put a P in a denim coat
I put on my team, I don't fly coach
Your half blunt, that's my roach
Your main bitch, that's my hoe
I heard he talking to them folks
Choppa dance, hit dem folks
I ain't never pay my taxes I ain't register to vote
They try to lie and say that everybody matters but they don't
You see that bitch ass nigga in the office tell him I want smoke
A felony for selling weed?
They telling me that I can't tote

It's a drought on the weed they say it's a crisis
Bitch we got more guns than ISIS
Boy keep your stick it's violent
I trap but I want switch to swiping
I got the birds, Tyson
I smoke your bitch out she co-pilot
I flew your bitch out to a island
She suck that dick f*ck up her sinus, yea
You missed the wave you ain't invited
My bitch go through my phone she spying
She caught me texting hoes she crying
Said I be cheating I be lying
We should be money multiplying but these niggas too divided
He want smoke then like a sample imma tell that nigga try it
Boy you trust that bitch?
I wouldn't cuff that bitch, uh
New pole bust that bitch, uh
Fronto stuff that bitch, uh
Yea, you got caught up down bad you need to take your lick, uh
My newest bitch she got a man can't even take no pics, uh
Cut off some niggas that was leeching I was swiping them pieces
Only send Ubers for a bitch who always like to get freaky
I caught a battery charge in hell cause I was fighting my demons
I use degree so bitch I don't want you to tell me your secrets

I hit from the back she lose control
The bitch in her feelings she had to go
I put a P in a denim coat
I put on my team, I don't fly coach
Your half blunt, that's my roach
Your main bitch, that's my hoe
I heard he talking to them folks
Choppa dance, hit dem folks
I ain't never pay my taxes I ain't register to vote
They try to lie and say that everybody matters but they don't
You see that bitch ass nigga in the office tell him I want smoke
A felony for selling weed?
They telling me that I can't tote

Pass the wood, I want smoke
BBC, make her choke
My skinny jeans full of notes
She from LA don't get the joce
Moved to LA I'm on the coast
Jakes came took my budget
Still flying 'round like f*ck it
Turn one P to 100
My skrrt can only fit two people
Bitch I'm a animal I need a zookeeper
I don't f*ck with new people
Boy you a lil nigga like them blue people
Bae give me brain, schoolteacher
They want me on a song, I don't even do features
I spent your rent on new sneakers
She just want take trips take pics in two pieces
Man that trap go crazy
To clean the money buy a house an rent it when it's vacant
I f*cked that girl but I ain't know I hit her friend in Vegas
Playing with her pussy OnlyFans it got her getting payments
Bae let me drive the boat
Say he ain't a sidekick he be robbing though
Order me a watch because I told that hoe it's time to go
Now she at my top but I had popped at her some time ago
Shit crazy how all of a sudden she want a nigga

I hit from the back she lose control
The bitch in her feelings she had to go
I put a P in a denim coat
I put on my team, I don't fly coach
Your half blunt, that's my roach
Your main bitch, that's my hoe
I heard he talking to them folks
Choppa dance, hit dem folks
I ain't never pay my taxes I ain't register to vote
They try to lie and say that everybody matters but they don't
You see that bitch ass nigga in the office tell him I want smoke
A felony for selling weed?
They telling me that I can't tote

Go
Don't waste my time, don't waste my time, don't waste my time
Go
Don't waste my time, don't waste my time, don't waste my time
Go
My time
Don't waste my time, don't waste my time, my time, my time
Go
She had to go
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Yea
I hit from the back she lose control
The bitch in her feelings she had to go
I put a P in a denim coat
I put on my team, I don't fly coach
Your half blunt, that's my roach
Your main bitch, that's my hoe
I heard he talking to them folks
Choppa dance, hit dem folks
I ain't never pay my taxes I ain't register to vote
They try to lie and say that everybody matters but they don't
You see that bitch ass nigga in the office tell him I want smoke
A felony for selling weed?
They telling me that I can't tote

It's a drought on the weed they say it's a crisis
Bitch we got more guns than ISIS
Boy keep your stick it's violent
I trap but I want switch to swiping
I got the birds, Tyson
I smoke your bitch out she co-pilot
I flew your bitch out to a island
She suck that dick f*ck up her sinus, yea
You missed the wave you ain't invited
My bitch go through my phone she spying
She caught me texting hoes she crying
Said I be cheating I be lying
We should be money multiplying but these niggas too divided
He want smoke then like a sample imma tell that nigga try it
Boy you trust that bitch?
I wouldn't cuff that bitch, uh
New pole bust that bitch, uh
Fronto stuff that bitch, uh
Yea, you got caught up down bad you need to take your lick, uh
My newest bitch she got a man can't even take no pics, uh
Cut off some niggas that was leeching I was swiping them pieces
Only send Ubers for a bitch who always like to get freaky
I caught a battery charge in hell cause I was fighting my demons
I use degree so bitch I don't want you to tell me your secrets

I hit from the back she lose control
The bitch in her feelings she had to go
I put a P in a denim coat
I put on my team, I don't fly coach
Your half blunt, that's my roach
Your main bitch, that's my hoe
I heard he talking to them folks
Choppa dance, hit dem folks
I ain't never pay my taxes I ain't register to vote
They try to lie and say that everybody matters but they don't
You see that bitch ass nigga in the office tell him I want smoke
A felony for selling weed?
They telling me that I can't tote

Pass the wood, I want smoke
BBC, make her choke
My skinny jeans full of notes
She from LA don't get the joce
Moved to LA I'm on the coast
Jakes came took my budget
Still flying 'round like f*ck it
Turn one P to 100
My skrrt can only fit two people
Bitch I'm a animal I need a zookeeper
I don't f*ck with new people
Boy you a lil nigga like them blue people
Bae give me brain, schoolteacher
They want me on a song, I don't even do features
I spent your rent on new sneakers
She just want take trips take pics in two pieces
Man that trap go crazy
To clean the money buy a house an rent it when it's vacant
I f*cked that girl but I ain't know I hit her friend in Vegas
Playing with her pussy OnlyFans it got her getting payments
Bae let me drive the boat
Say he ain't a sidekick he be robbing though
Order me a watch because I told that hoe it's time to go
Now she at my top but I had popped at her some time ago
Shit crazy how all of a sudden she want a nigga

I hit from the back she lose control
The bitch in her feelings she had to go
I put a P in a denim coat
I put on my team, I don't fly coach
Your half blunt, that's my roach
Your main bitch, that's my hoe
I heard he talking to them folks
Choppa dance, hit dem folks
I ain't never pay my taxes I ain't register to vote
They try to lie and say that everybody matters but they don't
You see that bitch ass nigga in the office tell him I want smoke
A felony for selling weed?
They telling me that I can't tote

Go
Don't waste my time, don't waste my time, don't waste my time
Go
Don't waste my time, don't waste my time, don't waste my time
Go
My time
Don't waste my time, don't waste my time, my time, my time
Go
She had to go
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Writer: Ashton Butler
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Performed By: Crybaby Cash
Language: English
Length: 3:51
Written by: Ashton Butler

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