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crossonme - prod.mrdjsay lyrics

xhale! * verse 1
huh uh i need bout fift* huh d*mn huh i need bout d*mn
i need bout 50 on the gram im tryna up a roll
his b*tch gon get up wit me, xhale finna dig all in your hoe
big ass matte, wide*body whip tryna find this lo
man this sh*t around my neck, you won’t find no gold
must not be him he talk that sh*t but will not go slow
felons all around my home
dolo i be by my loan
nine figures deep my zone
i need 4 more than 5
chauffeur no i will not drive
these bags b*tch they more than fine
these mags b*tch they borderline
this white girl wanna go snort a line
drugs round the way, i need a pack of beats stat
shoutout ‘dj save the day, sent that hoe i brought it back(it’s back)

mrdjsay * verse 2
yuh keep jewеls on me cuz im crossed up
i don’t need veneers n*gga you can see im flossеd up
i’m not a plug but you know i got my rocks up
got my rocks up dwayne wishes he was me
meme rap was popping cause everyone was tryna be me
now a new genre to compete and complete
now i need a comma cause she eating discretely ill beat
the mc take the mic cause im he
take my ex’s away now i left now im uhhh gone
not a middle school teacher but i put the section on
n*ggas thought i was a mirror way they keep reflecting on the
way that my beats come and go i need protection on (x2)
(acordei com uma) x2

1effren * verse 3
spread my racks up in the mirror, got them bands reflectin on me
on that grind that’s 24/7 don’t try johnny testin on me
yell at b*tches thru the phone i don’t know why they textin on me
got a side piece by my thigh ain’t never bulletproof vestin on me
sneak my b*tch right thru the crib she takin off her dressin on me
roster look like facebook cus her friend group stay requestin on me
let me in they sleepover cus i just got these b*tches trustin on me
bring out that don julio and it be thotties s*xin on me

1, 2, then i get that loaded clip
if i pull up on your hoe and she start going blame that b*tch
throw a stack all on the table she gon start to shake that shi
she a lil performer for them bands she money moving it (yuh)
1,2 then we poke your f*cking hips
this shi not a game u talking lame we boutta get you quick
put a f*cking bounty on your head my hunters getting rich
got that f*cking toolie on my side like bob the builder, b*tch

- prod mrdjsay lyrics

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