Cross Angels
Pull up on that hoe
It's three AM
We break the walls down
Now she trying to fuck
Naw naw girl
Know its up now
Left her in the past
She a eater
Watch her drop down
And I got a 40
With extensions
Watch me run down
Whipping the pot "whats brackin"
He wanna fuck with the fashion
Rollin through the six with all of my woes
Got the bag on my own
So you know whats crackin
I pull up in a new black benz
Mike dimes you could fuck all trends
But is you with me till the end
Girl come over
Said it's okay with you
She wanna pull up with lil prada
See the stars in the roof
And she be lying to my face
Baby tell me the truth
Would you ride or die for me
Girl come over
Said it's okay with you
She wanna pull up with lil prada
See the stars in the roof
And she be lying to my face
Baby tell me the truth
Would you ride or die for me
Big body coupe yeah that bitch got millage
20 thousand on my neck yea it's shining
Went through all the pain for the racks
I could flip a hundred make it back
You say you love me, I take it for granted
But I never take it back
Load up 30 inside of my choppa and I watch it bust back
Honey buns for all my bands
Like tana don't fear no man
Fuck that I'm up on 10
She goin steal my heart again
Shawty tell me whatchu want
I rock gucci, saint laurent
Pour a 40 in my pop
On the road no I can't stop
Clip make him do backflips
3 lines like a white bitch
Umma grab on her thighs
She going bust it open wide
Ice on my neck my chain yellow like pikachu
No time to walk in the game ain't no tennis shoes
Run from the po po and we see the red and blue
Fuck it I got the flu
Achoo
Stacking my money up
No roof
Getting my paper up
No spruce
Love that girl way too much
Who knew
Damn I got the sauce and the juice
I got the sauce in the booth
I got the fur I got Canada Goose
I'm too damn fly like I'm bat I'm bruce
Cross angels on all my jewels
Girl come over
Said it's okay with you
She wanna pull up with lil prada
See the stars in the roof
And she be lying to my face
Baby tell me the truth
Would you ride or die for me
Girl come over
Said it's okay with you
She wanna pull up with lil prada
See the stars in the roof
And she be lying to my face
Baby tell me the truth
Would you ride or die for me
It's three AM
We break the walls down
Now she trying to fuck
Naw naw girl
Know its up now
Left her in the past
She a eater
Watch her drop down
And I got a 40
With extensions
Watch me run down
Whipping the pot "whats brackin"
He wanna fuck with the fashion
Rollin through the six with all of my woes
Got the bag on my own
So you know whats crackin
I pull up in a new black benz
Mike dimes you could fuck all trends
But is you with me till the end
Girl come over
Said it's okay with you
She wanna pull up with lil prada
See the stars in the roof
And she be lying to my face
Baby tell me the truth
Would you ride or die for me
Girl come over
Said it's okay with you
She wanna pull up with lil prada
See the stars in the roof
And she be lying to my face
Baby tell me the truth
Would you ride or die for me
Big body coupe yeah that bitch got millage
20 thousand on my neck yea it's shining
Went through all the pain for the racks
I could flip a hundred make it back
You say you love me, I take it for granted
But I never take it back
Load up 30 inside of my choppa and I watch it bust back
Honey buns for all my bands
Like tana don't fear no man
Fuck that I'm up on 10
She goin steal my heart again
Shawty tell me whatchu want
I rock gucci, saint laurent
Pour a 40 in my pop
On the road no I can't stop
Clip make him do backflips
3 lines like a white bitch
Umma grab on her thighs
She going bust it open wide
Ice on my neck my chain yellow like pikachu
No time to walk in the game ain't no tennis shoes
Run from the po po and we see the red and blue
Fuck it I got the flu
Achoo
Stacking my money up
No roof
Getting my paper up
No spruce
Love that girl way too much
Who knew
Damn I got the sauce and the juice
I got the sauce in the booth
I got the fur I got Canada Goose
I'm too damn fly like I'm bat I'm bruce
Cross angels on all my jewels
Girl come over
Said it's okay with you
She wanna pull up with lil prada
See the stars in the roof
And she be lying to my face
Baby tell me the truth
Would you ride or die for me
Girl come over
Said it's okay with you
She wanna pull up with lil prada
See the stars in the roof
And she be lying to my face
Baby tell me the truth
Would you ride or die for me
Credits
Writer(s): Arahan Bhattacharjee
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