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fent - crossdatbridge lyrics

[verse}
i just hit the plug he placed two bricks up in the jansport [two bricks]
if we need to slide i’m jason statham with the transport [skrr]

effeminate and scared you didn’t know this was a man’s sport
like lo and ab, we shoot yo ass until yo body contort [k!ll em]

broskie caught a body he got 10 and he need one more {brr]
still, you know it ain’t enough lil homie this a bloodsport

we pour your car payment on the pavement sh*t you can’t afford
peep that he be creepin’ send some shots at that tinted ford [bah bah bah]

we up on the opps, check the score, sh*ts like 10 and 4 [k!llin em]
re*up for the wops, 3 kilos sittin’ in the door [ah]

i see em out the window pass the strap before them bullys soar
glock ain’t got no safety flip the switch and let the fully roar [brr]

searing sh*t we leavin’ beef scored, increase the heat more [buh buh buh]
bucket nodding off he’ll prolly die like philip seymour

auto sear or binary trigger bullets steel core
if we talkin work i never got my fill i need more [got it]

like duffel said i seen more death than half of the marine core
clean bore, first shot k!ll’t him, we didn’t need more [ha ha]
like duffy said, our bullets aren’t puttin’ holes into screen doors
throw fours, death and destruction like bill kilgore [lame]

if it’s up it’s stuck till we bust it and leave you k!lled boy [nah]
jig is up ain’t no more discussions f*ck how you feel boy [buh]

see saws, playin’ both sides we take yo head boy
sig sauers, p two two sixs, yeah we them bridge boys

drop a couple bands, then cop yo homie a headstone
dead wrong, you talkin sh*t we leave yo head blown
balloon sh*t, coke in the bag, dope on the jail phone
had me doing numbers while i was writin that mail home

f*ck a couple bands he a b*tch, pay nothin for a zone
we boom sh*t, draco in lap, bringing that kale home
cancoon wrist, whipping that chalk, till all that weight gone
he say sumn? talk like a gangster, but he ain’t chael son

keep the baby hidden but i be quick to unveil son [f*ck that sh*t]
nina get to spittin the sh*lls hit the ground like hail son [boom]
keep on f*ckin beakin, that life that you live a frail one [weak]
i could take ya chain and do you foul no and1 [ha ha]
used to live by vowels now i’m inspired by keys [woah]
os got me the cheese the work goes by any means
decapitate a opp hang his ass off the mezzanine
feed his head to the pigs, the johnnies won’t find his bean [ah]
i drop the baby in the pot, tears in the kitchen i’m clapton
wrist it get to whippin, if you tell, then you get clapped, son
leave his body reekin, but be patient fore you blam one
we can wear ya chain and throw a three but we gone add 1 [grr]
throw ya b*tch a towel lyft comin’ she gotta leave
whip some german engineering she askin if it’s lease
i told the b*tch please i’m burning rubber while bumpin’ veeze
burble tunes it’s us bones and cadet yeah we that team

- crossdatbridge lyrics

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