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heat in the winter - crossdatbridge lyrics

[chorus]
had to make them birdies fly
from a city where they quick to make the thirty rise
high stakes, 30 pies and a dirty 9
39 sh*lls hit him then we merk his guys
you know i had to make them birdies fly
from a city where they quick to make the thirty rise
high stakes, 30 pies and a dirty 9
39 sh*lls hit him then we merk his guys

[verse 1]
we got new tings fresh out the box, don’t catch a mood swing
get to trippin’ off your emotions i let the tool sing no maynard
you could catch 39 from the ar
50 in the clip yeah that’s left cuz i play ball
homiе extradited doin’ time in thе state yard
movin calculated puttin numbers in the graveyard
place to place slidin’ cross the way movin fake bars
my brother got my back you get clapped tryna take ours
movin mayflower like christopher jones, switch the flow
you’s a straight coward who never even hit l!cks before
held a stick before, slam that sh*t until it cl!ck before
never kicked a door, always quick to play the victim tho
i was doin’ dirt on the low and still graduated
grades slippin’ no honour roll only sacks i’m makin’
call me bruce smith take a look at all the sacks i’m making
used to doin’ numbers b*tch we came up off a math equation
got this bad lil asian, a thick jamaican this life’s amazing
california sober a smoker until my eyes be glazing
if i need you smoked with no jokes i call up my grimey haitians
hit you in the throat with the poke i hope it’s decapitation
[chorus]
had to make them birdies fly
from a city where they quick to make the thirty rise
high stakes, 30 pies and a dirty 9
39 sh*lls hit him then we merk his guys
you know i had to make them birdies fly
from a city where they quick to make the thirty rise
high stakes, 30 pies and a dirty 9

[verse 2]
black t socks and sandals f*ck the gucci fur
pool party on the first after we move the work
flat chest but thick back takin off her shirt
she suck my d*ck i lean back i ain’t one to flirt
fat ass cute face and her skin brown
fireball and blue label send another round
quad stack draco witta sixty round
or a arp witta brace ain no hand we downs
s*x money murder neva needed nothin mo
get the f*ck up out my trap if you ain’t suckin ho
pay a tax on a pint i’d rather let it go
he ain’t catch that p*ssy lackin let the reddit know
no this ain’t a diss song just a message bro
i don’t need to stab his ass ill let the fully poke
might just face him in the street i’m on that remi mode
he say he dancin’ on all ten then let’s go toe to toe
go mode shooting up the show that’s the logo
fo fo metal gates close way it go go
she think she finally got me figured than i switch the hoe
you think you finally got it figured then i switch the flow
every dog has his day, know my time comin’
push the whip 200k, got my heart pumpin’
disrespect? anyday let it blow for nothin
oh, he dead? anyway i ain’t go for nothin
[outro “the wire”]
that n*gga crazy, like i’m really gon’ give that motherf*cker a ride to woodlawn, sh*t
“gunshot”
‘sup patrice
“screams”

- crossdatbridge lyrics

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