Thug Cry
Ooh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh
You talking crazy, don't you get me started
Need a map, it's a trap that you're falling in
It ain't my job to teach a man how to love me
Thought you're grown, had your own
Swear it ain't that deep
All my accounts on cash raise
Makin his look like it's child's play
Use up your time
Like a drop on a dime
Sometimes I give him attention
Make him believe he can get sum
So what if I lie?
I got the time
Boutta make a thug cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
I give him dat stellar, he losin his mind
If he gonna kill it, I switch up da vibe
Knows I'm that bitch, ain't no better than that
Stating the facts
Boutta make a thug cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Go tell your homies that you broken hearted
Skip the part where I caught bitches talking shit
I had to switch up on you without no warning
Got no time for your kind
Imma keep it real
All my accounts on cash raise
Makin his look like it's child's play
Use up your time
Like a drop on a dime
Sometimes I give him attention
Make him believe he can get sum
So what if I lie?
I got the time
Boutta make a thug cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
I give him dat stellar, he losin his mind
If he gonna kill it, I switch up da vibe
Knows I'm that bitch, ain't no better than that
Stating the facts
Boutta make a thug cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo, Boutta make a thug cry)
Cry (Ooo)
I give him dat stellar, he losin his mind
If he gonna kill it, I switch up da vibe
Knows I'm that bitch, ain't no better than that
Stating the facts
Ain't gone wipe away his tears, no
He can call up his exs
Ain't no pitty for them tears, baby, no
I got everything he need
But he ain't checking these boxes
Don't feel no way bout them tears, baby
Boutta make a thug cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo, Baby cry for me)
Cry (Ooo)
I give him dat stellar, he losin his mind
If he gonna kill it, I switch up da vibe
Knows I'm that bitch, ain't no better than that
Stating the facts
Boutta make a thug cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo, Boutta make a thug cry)
Cry (Ooo)
I give him dat stellar, he losin his mind
If he gonna kill it, I switch up da vibe
Knows I'm that bitch, ain't no better than that
Stating the facts
Yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh
You talking crazy, don't you get me started
Need a map, it's a trap that you're falling in
It ain't my job to teach a man how to love me
Thought you're grown, had your own
Swear it ain't that deep
All my accounts on cash raise
Makin his look like it's child's play
Use up your time
Like a drop on a dime
Sometimes I give him attention
Make him believe he can get sum
So what if I lie?
I got the time
Boutta make a thug cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
I give him dat stellar, he losin his mind
If he gonna kill it, I switch up da vibe
Knows I'm that bitch, ain't no better than that
Stating the facts
Boutta make a thug cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Go tell your homies that you broken hearted
Skip the part where I caught bitches talking shit
I had to switch up on you without no warning
Got no time for your kind
Imma keep it real
All my accounts on cash raise
Makin his look like it's child's play
Use up your time
Like a drop on a dime
Sometimes I give him attention
Make him believe he can get sum
So what if I lie?
I got the time
Boutta make a thug cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
I give him dat stellar, he losin his mind
If he gonna kill it, I switch up da vibe
Knows I'm that bitch, ain't no better than that
Stating the facts
Boutta make a thug cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo, Boutta make a thug cry)
Cry (Ooo)
I give him dat stellar, he losin his mind
If he gonna kill it, I switch up da vibe
Knows I'm that bitch, ain't no better than that
Stating the facts
Ain't gone wipe away his tears, no
He can call up his exs
Ain't no pitty for them tears, baby, no
I got everything he need
But he ain't checking these boxes
Don't feel no way bout them tears, baby
Boutta make a thug cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo, Baby cry for me)
Cry (Ooo)
I give him dat stellar, he losin his mind
If he gonna kill it, I switch up da vibe
Knows I'm that bitch, ain't no better than that
Stating the facts
Boutta make a thug cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo)
Cry (Ooo, Boutta make a thug cry)
Cry (Ooo)
I give him dat stellar, he losin his mind
If he gonna kill it, I switch up da vibe
Knows I'm that bitch, ain't no better than that
Stating the facts
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Karlin, Carsten Schack, Amanda Atoui, Avital Margulies, Andreas Hejgaard Rasmussen
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