Megan Thee Stallion Cry Baby Lyrics


Cry Baby by Megan Thee Stallion

[Megan Thee Stallion:]
Real hot girl sh_t
(D.A. got that dope)

[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 p_ssy 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?)

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

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 p_ssy 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?)

[Megan 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 p_ssy
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

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 p_ssy 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 don't can't reply to no text (No text)
I make him cry 'bout the p_ssy, hmm
Probably why my sh_t so wet (Ah, ah, ah, ah, wah, wah, wah)

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