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burna bandz - cros lyrics

[chorus]
i’m with the cros, i’m with the woes
i’m in my zone, cooking your zone
got me a clone, dripping vlone
hit him in his dome, hit him and go
aye lil’ b-tch, aye watch your tone
she wanna give me neck in the ghost
tell that lil’ b-tch i ain’t average joe
she wanna be gang, she be doing the most
who want a toke? come get the smoke
i’m with the cros, i’m with the woes
i’m with the gang and we giving out smoke
p-ss him the dime i know he gon’ score
we in the bando serving snow
you know i go half and half for cro
we smoking demi and we toast
we getting money and some more

[verse 1]
we smoking demi and we toast
throw up a three, shoutout the bros
i’m in the north, my youngins gon’ wait at your door
make a rule and i don’t break the code
it was june but the trap let it snow
i’ve been whipping and doubling o’s
might go ot when n-body knows
might go slide, when i wanna dirty these poles
sipping ratio or pour up a four
man, free all my dawgs on the road
i’m still with the cros, still with the bros
late night and we letting sh-t go
i drip like a pond, she like, “oh my god”
she wanna f-ck, yeah she bored
she up for the night but by the dawn she gotta get outta the door
get outta door, wh-r-
i know you said you ain’t f-cking the bros
bro pulled the cord, yeah
i know you ain’t aiming unless in the nose
stay afloat like a boat
finish a pack, come in and go
soon as the pressure get crackin’, he choke
n-gg- slippin’ like he slip on soap

[verse 2]
and yeah i’m with the cros, i’m with the woes
leave him with holes [inaudible]
she ride the d-ck just like a bike
super saucy as she give me dome
back in the seven we were selling dope
i had to take a flight to trap it up north
[inaudible] bands on the torch
he don’t play sports ’cause he don’t score
she boss up the first night so she feeling like a wh-r-
diamonds they hit ’em they leave you so sore
i got the drip, i got a pole
f-ck up some racks, drip some more
fendi my kicks, fresh out the store
brand new fifth send you a boy
i work my wrist, i got a four
this ain’t the draft, she said i’m chosen
still ball like derozan
headshot, shoutout cronem
we got the ball rolling
you know i ain’t going
lil’ ho’ so annoying
one move and we blow him
the f-ck was you thinkin’?
what the f-ck was he doing?
dummy

i’m with the cros, i’m with the woes
i’m in my zone, cooking your zone
got me a clone, dripping vlone
hit him in his dome, hit him and go
aye lil’ b-tch, aye watch your tone
she wanna give me neck in the ghost
tell that lil’ b-tch i ain’t average joe
she wanna be gang, she be doing the most
who want a toke? come get the smoke
i’m with the cros, i’m with the woes
i’m with the gang and we giving out smoke
p-ss him the dime i know he gon’ score
we in the bando serving snow
you know i go half and half for cro
we smoking demi and we toast
we getting money and some more

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