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lirik lagu crossfire – v don & bodega bamz

[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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