Cry Bhabie Lyrics – Alabama Barker

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[Intro]
Huh?
What?
Okay
Yeah, ha... Alright

[Verse 1]
Couldn't believe what my eyes seen
Scrolling up on IG
Can't believe I heard a diss track
This hoe don't like me?
Dog b!tches doing all that barking
But won't bite me
I ain't gotta lift a finger
If she try to fight me
Yeah, my life a movie, daddy Spike Lee
Travis told me, "Go on and turn up"
It's giving Hype Beast
Smoked a million
Like an exercise, so tread lightly
I was out in LV
And LV tried to pipe me
I can't even cap
I didn't know he was your BD
I told twin to "chill"
He said, "You sweeter than some kiwi"
I'm coming for heads
All you b!tches gotta see me
This sweet life ain't on TV
Wish I could beat your ass
Through the phone on 3D
Bet if I had caught you outside
It would be free me
Like Big Meech
You want smoke because he tried to eat me?
Only smoke you got is out that vape, b!tch
What's up with all the hate, b!tch?
No love for you
I hate fake s*it
Ass shots are off
And I can tell the way you shake it
You said I'm a clone
Like I copied
And I pasted
I'm too lit
I'm getting white girl wasted!
Baby off them perks down bad
Crying on the 'Gram
B!tch, you going out sad
Her man want me
Now this b!tch 'bout to crash
Think you doing some
'Cause you got a little bag
B!tch, go blow it then
Bring that smoke again
You think that money makes you safe
Better hoe again
B!tch, go blow it then
Bring that smoke again
You think that money makes you safe
Better hoe again

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm betting on some s*it
That you ain't never known
Your best friend and your BD
They been getting it on
And the sad part about it
You still gon' bring him home
And the funny thing about it
He still be in my phone
Popping s*it like Fanta
You talk a lot on camera
You really asked that man
"Should I dye my hair like Bama?"
The pills got you higher
Turned you to a liar
You must be TMZ
B!tch, don't make me call a Tyga
Been that b!tch
Better come correct
I'm the realest last time I checked
Hoes tryna play innocent
Can't tolerate no disrespect
Light the stove
Like, what's the tea?
Lied about some pregnancy
Just wanna be in my family tree
Down bad, it's hard to see
Should've thought 'bout tryna check B
FIFA, this s*it gon' get messy
Let this be the last time you step to me
You doing threes with your bestie

[Outro]
Alright, listen
B!tches be talking about me
But having babies they not watching
Babysitter having ass b!tch
Like, how's she your best friend
But fu*ked your baby daddy?
I bet you didn't know that
B!tch, you've been a fan
You've been that
Asking for a lip combo
Fugazy ass hoe
That's why you blocked me
So I can't even show 'em
You can't outdo the doer, b!tch
And Camilla, b!tch, shut the fu*k up
The facts come from your baby daddy, b!tch
I said what I said
The things that you have lied about, love
You don't want them to come out
On God
B!tch