| This the hardest tape I ever dropped
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| She the baddest I done ever hit
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| This the strongest pack I ever bought
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| This the fastest car I ever drove
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| I be having racks online, I got million-dollar schemes
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| I got Chrome Heart jeans and a Ruger with the beam, yeah
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| Vegan, nigga, I don’t eat no wings
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| Bae ridin' with me just to roll my weed
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| Yammin' on niggas like Joel Embiid
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| Was a young thug like Gotit and Keed
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| Foreign car crank up, it ain’t got keys
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| A1 'za buds, they ain’t got seeds
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| I just caught a play in a VLONE tee
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| Straight to the source, can’t middle-man me
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| She ain’t even charge, I just hit the bitch free
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| Eight to seven racks on me, all of 'em free
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| Couple BINs on me, check the fake ID
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| LV belt and a plain white tee
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| Bitches hatin' on the kid, they wanna crucify me
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| I tapped out, wasn’t satisfying me
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| You ain’t gotta fake it, don’t pacify me
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| If you ever try me, that’s an R.I.P.
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| I thought you loved me
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| I thought you fucked with me
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| You tried to cross me
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| You tried to off me
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| Black lives matter, so I’m burning black Runtz
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| Trap still jumping, made fifty this month
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| Big bag chillin' while I’m stuffin' my blunt
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| Big boy mansion, three whips in the front
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| My dawg just died, so we goin' on a hunt
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| Nigga gon' shoot, we ain’t shootin' no one
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| Collectin' our straps, we ain’t sellin' no gun
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| Workin' all day, we ain’t havin' no fun
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| Weed fast, nigga, gotta clear out my lungs
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| Heard he was tellin', gotta cut out his tongue
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| Go and get a bag, these niggas just bums
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| Ridin' 'round the city with a hundred-round drum
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| Bitch-ass nigga, quit poppin' your gums
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| I just did an IJ for a hundred-and-some K
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| Eatin' every fuckin' day like a fuckin' entrée, yeah
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| Fifty-five racks in a Goyard bag
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| Put it on IG, done made the opps mad
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| Finessed me a nigga, oops, my bad
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| Pull up to the set in a Cadillac truck
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| With a Glock 9 tucked, gotta make these bucks
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| These rap niggas suck, if it’s smoke, then it’s up
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| She just want it hard 'cause she like it real rough
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| Old-school OG smell like must
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| Get to the money, yeah, nigga, I must
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| Cheap 38 and the handle got rust
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| Everything turn gold that I touch
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| I thought you loved me
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| I thought you fucked with me
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| You tried to cross me
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| You tried to off me
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| Black lives matter, so I’m burning black Runtz
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| Trap still jumping, made fifty this month
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| Big bag chillin' while I’m stuffin' my blunt
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| Big boy mansion, three whips in the front
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| My dawg just died, so we goin' on a hunt
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| Nigga gon' shoot, we ain’t shootin' no one
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| Collectin' our straps, we ain’t sellin' no gun
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| Workin' all day, we ain’t havin' no fun
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| Weed fast, nigga, gotta clear out my lungs
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| Heard he was tellin', gotta cut out his tongue
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| Go and get a bag, these niggas just bums
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| Ridin' 'round the city with a hundred-round drum
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| Bitch-ass nigga, quit poppin' your gums |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cross Me, artist - Money Man. Album song Epidemic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп