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trackmoney p - cross the border كلمات أغنية

[intro]
out your motherf_ckin’ mind? come here
mr. pretty tony, i mean, you know the rules to the game
i mean, your b_tch just chose me
now we can settle this like you got some class
or we can get into some gangster sh_t
idea comin’ for the 808

[verse]
i f_ck a sucka n_gga b_tch and pass her to the homie
i’m in my hood, i’m feelin’ comfy but still got it on me
this a big ass slap, i ain’t by my lonely
i know a lot of n_ggas hate ‘cuz they b_tches on me
late night crossed out, slap ’em with this .40
i bought three bricks, i could’ve bought a chain and rollie
i was 18 tryna shop, i done crossed that border
put baby on pause, i gotta go, i got another order
bad b_tches, music labels and real estate agents
f_ck that lil trap, gave it back, b_tch, it’s big faces
i don’t f_ck with a lot of n_ggas just for the principle
i check trap, gettin’ sucked in somethin’ digital
state to state, city to city, just me and my digi
just four deep in the benz, four k!llers with me
i ain’t loungin’ with it tucked, mini chopper in lap
the yak been poppin’, all the suckas keep gettin’ smacked
it was me and big sin ridin’ ’round with that mac
i told my b_tch i don’t know if i’mma make it back
[outro]
n_gga
next time you hear grown folks talkin’, shut the f_ck up, hear?
go get her, bob
bring that b_tch here
freeze, n_gga, you wanna die?

- trackmoney p

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