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cross the border - trackmoney p lyrics

[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 lyrics

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