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Dontcrytome Video (MV)




Performed By: 111 Mar
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Martin Miller
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111 Mar - Dontcrytome Lyrics
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I cant talk to three of yall cuz its just one me
Hoes want attention I ain't spoiling, you spoil me
Got her nigga mad cuz he lame, his bitch on me
Hoes gotta get cut, baby girl don't cry to me
Niggas be mad, crying like hoes, acting like bitches
Hurting my stomach, niggas so lame, niggas been switching
Ima pour for you, bring your friend too, I want both of you
That's his girlfriend, her girlfriend gotta come too
Perks in my lean been my daily medicine
Smoking lotta gas for my headaches coming in
Reminiscing old times, I get my mind off it
Ordered more rubber bands money coming in
That's a GTR, say you wanna hope right in it, its a push to start
Maybe the coupe with the stars so we can reach em when we get high off the earth
Chasing for love, I am not fast, just for you I will come first
And if not, do not move on, your new nigga will be put on a shirt
I cant talk to three of yall cuz its just one me
Hoes want attention I ain't spoiling, you spoil me
Got her nigga mad cuz he lame, his bitch on me
Hoes gotta get cut, baby girl don't cry to me
I cant talk to three of yall cuz its just one me
Hoes want attention I ain't spoiling, you spoil me
Got her nigga mad cuz he lame, his bitch on me
Hoes gotta get cut, baby girl don't cry to me, no
Yuh
Uh
Where you been now?
Where you at now?
Sins catching up, Please don't go to far now
Where you been now?
Where you at now?
Sins catching up, Please don't go to far now
Please don't go to far now
Please don't go to far now
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English

I cant talk to three of yall cuz its just one me
Hoes want attention I ain't spoiling, you spoil me
Got her nigga mad cuz he lame, his bitch on me
Hoes gotta get cut, baby girl don't cry to me
Niggas be mad, crying like hoes, acting like bitches
Hurting my stomach, niggas so lame, niggas been switching
Ima pour for you, bring your friend too, I want both of you
That's his girlfriend, her girlfriend gotta come too
Perks in my lean been my daily medicine
Smoking lotta gas for my headaches coming in
Reminiscing old times, I get my mind off it
Ordered more rubber bands money coming in
That's a GTR, say you wanna hope right in it, its a push to start
Maybe the coupe with the stars so we can reach em when we get high off the earth
Chasing for love, I am not fast, just for you I will come first
And if not, do not move on, your new nigga will be put on a shirt
I cant talk to three of yall cuz its just one me
Hoes want attention I ain't spoiling, you spoil me
Got her nigga mad cuz he lame, his bitch on me
Hoes gotta get cut, baby girl don't cry to me
I cant talk to three of yall cuz its just one me
Hoes want attention I ain't spoiling, you spoil me
Got her nigga mad cuz he lame, his bitch on me
Hoes gotta get cut, baby girl don't cry to me, no
Yuh
Uh
Where you been now?
Where you at now?
Sins catching up, Please don't go to far now
Where you been now?
Where you at now?
Sins catching up, Please don't go to far now
Please don't go to far now
Please don't go to far now
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Writer: Martin Miller
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