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Cry
1,968
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cry fue lanzado el 9 de agosto de 2024 por Spice Official Entertainment como parte del álbum Mirror 25
album cover
ÁlbumMirror 25
Fecha de lanzamiento9 de agosto de 2024
Sello discográficoSpice Official Entertainment
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM117

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Spice
Spice
Voces
Lola Brooke
Lola Brooke
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Shyniece Thomas
Shyniece Thomas
Autoría
Grace Hamilton
Grace Hamilton
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Ricardo Redboom SupaMix Reid
Ricardo Redboom SupaMix Reid
Masterización
Sonny Carson
Sonny Carson
Ingeniería
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Ingeniería de mezcla
Grace Hamilton
Grace Hamilton
Producción

Letra

[Intro]
Cry cry, baby, moonshine darling
Mi take yuh man already so now gwan go dead
Take him inna yuh face cah mi ratchet and cruel
People a call yuh man fool
[Chorus]
Cry, bitch
Put him to sleep, I take yuh **** then I put him to sleep
Cry, bitch
I take yuh **** then I put him to sleep
I take yuh **** then I put him to sleep
Cry, bitch
[Verse 1]
A bad gyal, the one in his dreams
Took a nap in my lap, you know I put him to sleep
I take yuh **** then I put him to sleep
I take yuh **** then I put him to sleep
[Verse 2]
Mi dun take yuh man already, gyal, and mi put him fi sleep
Inna yuh face, nah I done dweet
Mi fuck him and mi knock him out, bitch, and mi put him fi sleep
A real bad gyal, me leff yuh fi weep
[Verse 3]
Cry, bitch
Since you wan play tough
Mi fuck him and yuh know mi ride it rough
'Cause I took your man and I'll do it again
You wanna pull up on me, bitch, say when
[Verse 4]
Acting like a brand new bitch, I ain't never been touched
Me be a side-piece, I ain't never wan hush
Been a minute since I popped off, Glock got rust
Put racks in my Birk', smack C's on my butt
Drop dead Gucci's might need a repass
Ain't gotta ride dick, bitch, I ride a G-Wag'
I'll take yo' man from you on his behalf
You know these bitches is mad
[PreChorus]
Cry, bitch
You don't want smoke
Real bad gyal, me no run joke
You don't want smoke
Me a the wrong gyal fi yuh provoke
You don't want smoke
Real bad gyal, me no run joke
You don't want smoke
Me a the wrong gyal fi yuh provoke
[Chorus]
Cry, bitch
Put him to sleep, I take yuh **** then I put him to sleep
Cry, bitch
I take yuh **** then I put him to sleep
I take yuh **** then I put him to sleep
Cry, bitch
Put him to sleep, I take yuh **** then I put him to sleep
[Verse 5]
Bitch, mi take yuh man brawling
Yuh deh home phone calling, yuh bawling
Yuh face fayva galling
Mi take yuh man, in love him falling
Him say yuh ole make noise like trampoline
The man connected to me like Wi-Fi connection
Him live inna mi middle section
Him in my possession, back shot position
Fix my socket in a house like electrician
Mi a get affection, you a get rejection
Mi dun him out, return him, that's the intention
Mi wi take the money nowadays, yuh get the pension
So keep up the tension a me a get attention, bitch
[PreChorus]
You don't want smoke
Real bad gyal, me no run joke
You don't want smoke
Me a the wrong gyal fi yuh provoke
You don't want smoke
Real bad gyal, me no run joke
You don't want smoke
Me a the wrong gyal fi yuh provoke
[Chorus]
Cry, bitch
Put him to sleep, I take yuh **** then I put him to sleep
Cry, bitch
I take yuh **** then I put him to sleep
I take yuh **** then I put him to sleep
Cry, bitch
Put him to sleep, I take yuh **** then I put him to sleep
Cry, bitch
[Bridge]
You don't want smoke
Cry, bitch
You don't want smoke
Cry, bitch
You don't want smoke
Cry, bitch
You don't want smoke
[Verse 6]
Mi dun take yuh man already, gyal, and mi put him fi sleep
Inna yuh face, nah I done dweet
Mi fuck him and mi knock him out, bitch, and mi put him fi sleep
A real bad gyal, me leff yuh fi weep
[Verse 7]
Cry, bitch
Since you want play tough
Mi fuck him and yuh know mi ride it rough
'Cause I took your man and I'll do it again
You wanna pull up on me, bitch, say when
[Verse 8]
Acting like a brand new bitch, I ain't never been touched
Me be a side-piece, I ain't never wan hush
Been a minute since I popped off, Glock got rust
Put racks in my Birk', smack C's on my butt
Drop dead Gucci's might need a repass
Ain't gotta ride dick, bitch, I ride a G-Wag'
I'll take yo' man from you on his behalf
You know these bitches is mad
[Outro]
Cry, bitch
You don't want smoke
Written by: Grace Latoya Hamilton, Shyniece Thomas
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