Cry No More Lyrics

Zoov

It's the zoov

You know how it goes

Zoovavella

Smoothest

Pockets can't

Cry no more

See these pockets

Can't cry no more

See I have been poor

Man for real

See these pockets

Can't cry no more

They can't cry no more

These pockets

Can't cry no more

Jumping out

These foreign doors

British pounds

With foreign whores

They scramble

If it touch the floor

Grind I got

No time to snore

These pockets

Can't cry no more

How the hell

You make the Forbes

They won't even

Let me through the door

I said they won't

Even let me through

The door

These pockets they

Can't cry no more

Jumping out these

Foreign doors

British pounds with

Foreign whores

They scramble if

It touch the floor

Grind I got no time

To Snore

Tell my friend

What's mine is yours

These pockets

Can't cry no more

Captured trying to

Dodge the law

Silly me so immature

Moving weight

These muscles tore

Lied in court

The oath I swore

Miss my plug

Had good rapport

My first offence

They gave me four

Judge hit me

Like a metaphor

Next thing I

Knew was celly doors

Had me bagged

Like Santa Claws

My music ringing

From the four's

Enough Bunda

Put me right on pause

Now I got a Spanish

One from Benidorm

Should Celine

Her out she wears velour

Probably poor

My milfy one act young

But she on menopause

Enough girl of course

Enough treats like

I be Santa Clause

Who toxic yeah

That's me of course

Focused can't

Take me off course

H-G-S I do endorse

Hungry so we grafted

And we sold it raw

Pack it like it's sushi

Coming to your door

Packet right for Susie

She's coming

Back for more

This wave be like

A drug there

Coming back for more

These pockets

Can't cry no more

Jumping out

These foreign doors

British pounds

With foreign whores

They scramble

If it touch the floor

Grind I got

No time to snore

These pockets

Can't cry no more

How the hell

You make the Forbes

They won't even

Let me through the door

I said they won't

Even let me through

The door

These pockets they

Can't cry no more

Jumping out these

Foreign doors

British pounds with

Foreign whores

They scramble if

It touch the floor

Grind I got no time

To Snore

Got money if

It's time for war

These pockets

Don't cry no more

Henny for the

Pain we pour

I'm wavey like I'm

Like Shordie Shore

Grinder that's

For sure, for sure

Got baddies and

They do adore

The Zoov

I've probably been

With your friend before

Mad one probably

Dogged it raw

Cash money when

We hit the store

These pockets

Don't cry no more

My dargs already

Rinsed dior

Don P, when we

Hit the store

Bottle pop it

Bubbles touch the floor

Free my brothers

Because you know

We hate the law

These pockets

Can't cry no more

Jumping out

These foreign doors

British pounds

With foreign whores

They scramble

If it touch the floor

Grind I got

No time to snore

These pockets

Can't cry no more

How the hell

You make the Forbes

They won't even

Let me through the door

I said they won't

Even let me through

The door

These pockets they

Can't cry no more

Jumping out these

Foreign doors

British pounds with

Foreign whores

They scramble if

It touch the floor

Grind I got no time

To Snore