Cry Baby

[Intro]
Yuh, yuh, shorty wanna' fuck, gang, Sauve
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Chorus]
Why you said, I just made a milli'
You don't write your music 'cause you bad
Milli & vanilli diamonds on me chilly wish you had
Used to rock with Lily, 'til she fuckin' ditched me, did me bad
Pop a fuckin' wheelie, 'cause a nigga silly, man I'm mad

[Verse 1]
Gave me ocho cinco so they must of thought my name was Chad
It's not really hard, to mistake my ass for a dad
Chain on my pants, while my [?] on my [?]
Hop up in a foreign, watch me took her just to jack
Oo, this the type of shit that make you dance
Oo, shout to the woman that wouldn't give me a chance
I just met a baddie and we took a trip to France
Then we hit the room, 'lil shorty dropped her pants
I just fell in love with a thotty I'm like fuck [?]
[?]
Stab me in the back don't expect to make a buck bitch
I'm the CEO I'm not talking Warren Buffet, yuh yuh
I'm just kickin' shit like yuh yuh
She like he got game no love love
My bitch look like Lady Gaga

[Chorus]
Why you said, I just made a milli'
You don't write your music 'cause you bad
Milli & vanilli, diamonds on me chilly wish you had
Used to ride with Lily, 'til she fuckin' ditched me, did me bad
Pop a fuckin' wheelie, 'cause a nigga silly, man I'm mad

[Verse 2]
That's a rusty like mater, woah
It's too late for your haters, woah
I can't hang with your traitors, no
Pop that pussy like a skater, woah
Came with her with a fader
Diamonds bite just like a gator
Bitch I'm ballin' like a Raider
You can call me dictator
I'm off a pack yuh
I'm off a pack yuh
I'm off a pack yuh
Even though you hate me, I still love you
If you wanna' date me, I can't trust you
Girl, I can't help it if I only lust you
Run up on me, I'mma have to bust you
You know how it goes when it comes to these hoes
Looking for my friends, all I see is my foes
Bitch I'm a pro, ain't no regular Joe
Diamonds they froze, Gucci all up on her toes
Pick her before a liquor, never been sicker woah
Juiced up in the party, hoes all up on my zipper, woah
These hoes look like strippers, I might have to tipper, woah
Ain't talkin' blake Griffin, ballin' like the Clippers, woah
Pick her before beer, then you in the clear
With the [?] and cheers, I can barely steer
Put it in her fucking rear, bad bitch Britney Spears
In my heart I have no fear, diamonds look like tears
Yeah, yuh, yuh