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v don & bodega bamz - crossfire كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
“yeah, he owe me fifty dollars
yo, i hear you, man, come on, clear it up
look, man, look, look them mothaf_ckas still ain’t comin’, man
or you don’t think so? or you don’t think so?
well let me tell you somethin’, n_ggas short for my money i’ma dead ’em dead in this sh_t motherf_cka
man f_ck that boy, man why you beefin’ with me, man?
i’m a crease that motherf_cka like sunday [?]
you hear me motherf_cker? i’ma go drop that motherf_cker
i’ma drop ’em, man, i’ma crave ’em”

[verse 1]
that automatic, i keep by my bed
it’s for my b_tches when i f_ck, i press it on they head
and pull the trigger with no clip in it, even though i’m that n_gga
i chat in drug businеss when i’m on the sh_tta; i’m paranoid
two desеrt eagles in my catalog, i told my b_tch “swim good” like lara croft
i could deliver the brick if you add a couple yards
i’m just a dealer, all eyes, the rap star
twenty_four hour grind, five minute showers (k!ll you in this b_tch!)
got my dough up (oop), gotta blow like the ____
y’all f_ckin’ (uh)
every sixteen sour (fa!)
i wanna get her maybe, inside baby powder
maybe i die tomorrow, but i’ma live today (right)
you just a little giant, danny o’shea
i’m just a young papi with a old fade
my flow genuine i could bag soya
[chorus]
either you ride or prepare to die (b_tch!)
either you bang, don’t prepare to hide
i’ma grown_ass man, i don’t play no games
i don’t know about love, but i know about pain
either you ride or prepare to die
either you bang, don’t prepare to hide
i’ma grown_ass man, i don’t play no games (word, word)
this real life, bamz ’til i hit my grey
crossfire

[verse 2]
you know you f_cked up
got the liquor talkin’, i’m cooking in the kitchen, studio apartment
tanboys doin’ what terror squad started
be real, i’m insane, not r_t_rded
i’m not dumb and down, i wanna be the best
this rap game cutthroat and leave your neck
for now it’s cool to be gustos, give me respect
we pullin’ cards, have your fire all on deck
give me my currency, trade market jetset
i still deal the fiends, a corner boy vet
eastside [?], we the best
i still f_ck with birdies, i’m not ol’ shep
my grandpa was a gangster, that’s old rep
one_hunnid, keep it ’til the death
you wanna talk hoes? i still keep them wet
with snow, like the seventh_inning i’ma make it stretch
[interlude]
“what the f_ck you doin’?
just papin’ up
you won’t be doing sh_t behind my back, why the f_ck you gon’ be doing that?
off court, man it was my turn, man, we just playin’, it’s just lupe
i don’t give a f_ck who you is, be my mother, motherf_cker, i don’t play that sh_t
i’m sorry, man
do that sh_t, just do it front of my face”

[chorus]
either you ride or prepare to die (b_tch!)
either you bang, don’t prepare to hide
i’ma grown_ass man, i don’t play no games
i don’t know about love, but i know about pain
either you ride or prepare to die
either you bang, don’t prepare to hide
i’ma grown_ass man, i don’t play no games
this real life, bamz ’til i hit my grey (crossfire)
crossfire

- v don bodega bamz

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