Stop Crying

By KAMI

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[Sample]

You're crying, you're crying

Last night I saw you crying in my dreams

(SAVEMONEY)

Stop crying


[Verse 1]

Fuck crying

They got me feeling no pain

Been in my rage

Flipping my script and I'm flipping this page

This be that shit of what charges are made

Peel them off fast, what them crumble away

Comes and goes and fadeaways

Jumping shots and 808s

32 shots don't need no aim

23 count don't need no name

Word on the mic, ain't no questions

Ain't no statements, better stop testing

Ain't no lessons to be learned

Ain't no nouns, it ain't no verbs

Ain't no sounds, it ain't no words

(Truth be told) shit ain't heard

To be frank, I do concur

I swear to God I'm Lucifer

From heaven's gates where fire burns

Sixteenth grade some metal urns

Y'all shit dead, it's our turn

Savemoney that takeover

A 16 for the universe

From Mercury to Jupiter

Every sub-atomic nucleus, to be cursed

Do rehearse your foolish verse and get bodied

These shots fired be a mazel tov, get your hearses

How them situations worsen?

These letters from the villa have a nigga feeling realer

Saving all of my skrilla, you feel-uh?


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[Verse 2]

Fuck crying

They say I'm riding 'round town with that wood on my grain

Candy paint sweet, whole sugar, no cane

Paint a big picture, no frame

Hit a bad bitch in the back of the brain

And it be like ipso facto

Break down her back bone

Cum quick her cash gone

Click heels, gone back home

Body in a ditch if a nigga gon' mouth

And a bitch gon' bitch if a rat gon' snitch

Whoop that bitch don't shoot that bitch

Glue them lips, don't move them lips

Move that bitch like Ludacris

Shake that ass and bounce that clit

Run that cash 'fore I bust this clip in your ass

And have you dead as shit

We shots from the Captain

That old G who master you

Master, you be so masterful

Mask this cannon and blast at you

Leave you blasted too, what the fuck it really do?

As we rain on your parade

Got me marching with my crew

And that's just me and my militia

Blow your cover, switch positions

With vixens, I'm deep in them

Reinforce them cheap linens

With me feelings, but it's still no love

Ain't never have feelings for no bitch, though

Tell a ho the script from the get-go

And it go


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