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letra de cross me - 70th street carlos

[hook: jungle muzik larry]
b-tch i got them chains on my neck just like i’m ross
b-tch i do what i want ’cause i’m a boss
b-tch i got that bread letter floss
i’m the type of n-gg- better not cross
if you ain’t with the sh-ts stay in the house
if you ain’t with the sh-t stay in the house
b-tch i got them chains on my neck just like i’m ross
b-tch i do what i want ’cause i’m a boss
b-tch i got that bread letter flow
b-tch i’m the type of n-gg- better not cross
if you ain’t with the sh-t stay in the house
if you ain’t with the sh-ts stay in the house

[verse 1: 70th street carlos]

b-tch finna stop
b-tch i’m carlos dude that be ol’ whop
i’m mister bang bang i keep a glock
just like a chair b-tch you know i rock
these n-gg-s cuffin’ flippers like a cop
she wanna f-ck that’s cuz she know i’m finna blow i’m finna pop
my shooters got them dreads just like a mop
he’ll step on a n-gg- in some socks
she ask me for some shoes i bought her crocs
b-tch what the f-ck do i look like a pop
i wouldn’t buy a b-tch a pair of flip flops
b-tch you better move b-tch don’t start me
b-tch i f-ck with flames i f-ck with marty
i crash all up in this party
all my n-gg-s dumbsh-t they r-t-rded
the only way i move is with that 40
it’s finna be some sh-t, oh lordy!
you know i’m with the sh-ts the way i farted
b-tch them ain’t no trues them ed hardies
bust him in his head so just smart it
you say you in the streets but i don’t never see you b-tch you all phony

[hook]

[verse 2: jungle muzik larry]

look
i’m feeling good, yeah i’m fly as can be
i’m steppin’ out i got my soldiers who gon’ ride with me
backwood full of purple yeah i’m high as can be
i know you freaky baby, you ain’t gotta lie to me
i see you lookin’ like you got it on yo’ mind wit’ me
like i’m a boss, b-tch you better not cross that line with me
i got the racks, i walk around with like a dime on me
and i’m a boss, i’ma make you p-ss-es grind for me
but look
i’m giuseppe steppin’
swagger shock you just like electric
a money fetish
every due is gettin’ collected
i’m fly as heaven
diamonds, consider me a blessing
my b-tches messin’
make me flex you for all that chasin’
now shake yo -ss naked, girl
show me you can take it
you a virgin and you sick okay come here go on let me break it
and when i d-ck you down you get nothin’ but penetration
is you trippin’ is you crazy? i ain’t looking for relations

[hook]

[verse 3: sog sherwood flame]

yeah i got my chains and yeah, they cost
i’ll sn-tch your soul, i pack a pole just like it’s golf
i’m a boss, got my own drugs, got my own plugs
meet me at the crossroads like bone thugs
i just go from houston but no rockets
i pop a n-gg- like a molly
i be full of purp i got them rocks i got the bars i got narcotics
pull up in a beamer my b-tch exotic
clutchin’ on that 40 think it’s sighted
i know that you p-ssy cuz you hidin’
that baby k look just like a toddler
i p-ss a hoe like andre iguodala
put that d-ck up inside her, make her holler
you wanna catch these sh-lls just like a lobster
she bite that d-ck like gator, holocaust her
let’s get it
i’m up in that wood, i’m servin’ the p’s, i’m juugin’ it good
you cross me larry’s in here finna bang, your brain’s on the hood
i’m with the sh-ts like a pamper
ain’t talkin’ no food i’m a stamper
i’ma blam ya

[hook]

- 70th street carlos

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