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yung booke & lil freaky - cross me lyrics

[intro]
god bless the child that can hold his own (i’m with you, i’m with you)
uh, uh, they tried to play me, tried to play me, uh, uh
they tried to cross me, tried to cross me, uh, uh
i came back bossin’, i came back bossin’ on ’em
(bag, you loaded)

[chorus]
uh, uh, they tried to play me (they tried to play me)
uh, uh, they tried to cross me (woo)
uh, uh, i came back bossing on ’em (i came back bossin’ on ’em)
we throw that money up high, this how we toss it on ’em
big god, that’s my big homie
drip water, this faucet on ’em
i came back covered in blood, ain’t got no crosses on me
dead fresh, no coffin on me
outline, we chalked his homie
i got some bodies in the city but no talkin’ on it

[verse 1]
spinnin’ blocks, no option on it (let’s go, they can’t dodge us)
they know we coming, rented hemi and them chargers
step on heads, step on n-gg-s, i’m they father
i been giving these n-gg-s this drippin’, i’m goin’ farther
play car and i’ma park ya (skrrt), these b-tches be too dro
i just got caught up in texas, i had two holds
i had another duwop on the backend that made it four
(i can tell these n-gg-s my lifestyle, they gon’ still fold)

[verse 2]
they tried to cross me
see i’m icy, she gon’ lick me like a frosty
double up, playin’ for the bucks, no milwaukee
hit you with a bone, gotta raise your hand before talking
and they know my gang gon’ step for me but i don’t need no help walking
raising h-ll, causing all kind of trouble (f-ck that)
me and drip tag team your b-tch, just like the steiner brothers
n-gg- shot at my dawg, can’t wait ’til we find him, it’s over
gon’ end that b-tch then hide the sticks so they can’t find the cutter

[chorus]
uh, uh, they tried to play me (tried to play me)
uh, uh, they tried to cross me (tried to cross me)
uh, uh, i came back bossing on ’em (i came back bossin’ on ’em)
we throw that money up high, this how we toss it on ’em
big god, that’s my big homie
drip water, this faucet on ’em
i came back covered in blood, ain’t got no crosses on me
dead fresh, no coffin on me
outline, we chalked his homie
i got some bodies in the city but no talkin’ on it

- yung booke lil freaky lyrics

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