Correction Paroles Cross Me (2016) par YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Hello

I'm on the phone with Yates, he say he out of state
No he ain't got no job, he just made a play
n***as snitchin' tellin' police where the f**k we stay
Police search the trunk, people caught another case
n***as blame both sides, man these n***as b*t*hes
Reggie got up in his feelings, guess that n***a envy
Second tour, tell them b*t*hes I want over fifty
If they can't do it, they don't want me and thеy f**kin' city
On my heart, that's on my soul, I won't tell no lies
Unclе told, now my daddy doing 55
My n***as hittas choppers with us when we take that ride
Hit a lick with Tate, everything ain't kept divided
Reached out my phone, told him I thought that he was on my side
Crossed me too many times, told him, "b*t*h, you gotta die"
Reached out my phone, told him I thought that he was on my side
Crossed me too many times, told him, "b*t*h, you gotta die"

(chorus)
When my OGs say a n***a ever cross me
You better off that pu**y n***a 'fore he off me (bang)
When my bruddas say a n***a ever cross me
You better off that pu**y n***a 'fore he off me (bang)
When my OGs say a n***a ever cross me
You better off that pu**y n***a 'fore he off me (bang)
When my bruddas say a n***a ever cross me
You better off that pu**y n***a 'fore he off me (bang)

pu**y hoes telling lies
Can't say sorry when that beam in between your eyes
I'm a real gangster, keep a pistol, this ain't no surprise
You ever stunt on me, you might as well say your last goodbyes
Thomas say I'm a rat, well Thomas told a good ass lie
Walk you down, take off this mask and look you in yo' eyes
I hang with steppers, real killers from the other side
Yellow tape and white chalk, I'll leave your family cryin', your family cryin'
(NBA YoungBoy)
Bang, I put that on my team, I'll never change
See I'm getting money, still I'll rob out out your chain
Con a pack that be them shooters, I know they gon' bang
Tell them n***as hatin' I ain't worried 'bout a f**kin' thing
I won't speak on what I know, won't speak on what I saw
You sent your brother in that house, he shot him on the couch
I'm stuck up in this sh*t, I gotta make it out
Ken and Ray brother took my sh*t, shot up they mama house

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