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andrew chris - crosstown lyrics

[verse 1: andrew chris]
well you can tell by the volume i don’t give no f+cks
i’ve been down for a minute, but i’ll come right up
took a drag in the 570 ‘fore i spent a couple hours in the city of the gold

my mind, it froze (it froze!)
the sound, it told (it told!)

told me everything i needed to know
i’m only deuce+four, but my mind feel old

[verse 2: dante.]
full stop
how you do dat there?
lookin’ like an acrobatic how you move through the air
f+ck the long talk shawtie just a real bad b+tch
no cap, got her dancin’, doin’ burpees on the d+ck
sl!ck
pullin’ up, lookin’ like chris
oo!
how the f+ck you feelin’ on this?
oo!
i’m the only one to keep it goin’
how you really wanna do it
either way i’m gon’ love it
[chorus: andrew chris]
if you could feel everything, everything
it was real
everything, everything
what’s the deal?
after the bar opens, you never come my way, hey

[verse 3: andrew chris]
yeah, what it sound like?
lil too much bass
get it mixed right
i don’t give a f+ck how you feel, cause i feel fine
yeah, you could tell by the hour that we’re cloud+9, woah

and it take time
tiktok sippin’ all the cheap wine
i’m a geek, i’m a nerd, i’m a nice guy
imma take your mom on a date to the guggeheim, bless

i got a job and then quit in a day
then i got drunk at a cheap matinee
i never hate, but i never get paid
i’m wearing suede, so i better get laid (aye!)

i cut it up like ken0bi (aye!)
i had a feeling come over me (aye!)
b+tch, i’m a dog, i’m a doberman (aye!)
f+ck them feds, f+ck that government (ayyeee!)
[verse 4: dante.]
f+ck you, b+tch
none of yinz know me
low key drippin’
i’m balling, ginóbili
money long
jumpin’ out the gym like geronimo
you’s a ho
lay it all down
baby, you should know

i’m the only one to go and get it like this
matter of fact, you can see the glint on my wrist
middle finger flippin’ everybody i hate
i don’t really worry ‘bout nothin’, i’m faded

[verse 5: blasto]
i don’t really worry ‘bout nothing, i’m faded (i don’t really worry ‘bout nothing, i’m faded)
i don’t really like you
well, you i’m hatin’
i don’t really care about this ho, she jaded

we ain’t on the same page
i don’t really ever like to act my age

- andrew chris lyrics

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