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cross country - curtis williams lyrics

[verse 1: curtis williams]
i’m the type of n*gga that’ll break her heart
pull her out the club, f*ck her in the car
this [?] on my shoes, i’m rocking what you want
i just put a gram in this f*ckin blunt
i got h*lla hoes, i got h*lla hoes
n*ggas hate to see me, i’m everywhere they go
she don’t wanna smoke, she just want some blow
she playing with her nose, she playing with her nose
[?]
[?] off the lot
sauce is my demeaner
[?] the cleaners
bad b*tch she a diva
gotta catch a flight to meet her

[chorus: curtis williams]
i can’t chase a b*tch, i’m busy chasing money
never chase a b*tch, i’m busy chasing money
said i’m chasing after money like it’s running from me
come here
chasing after money like it’s running from me
where you going?
[verse 2: reese laflare]
chasing money like it’s running from me
i got cash, i got racks and hundreds
me and curtis, we like tails and sonic
[?]
racing for the money like i’m driving nascar
7 grams in the blunt, that’s a [?]
[?] green lambo look like reptar
expensive fabrics on me, gucci head scarf
racing to that money, you gon need a headstart
used to drive a honda, now the whip is press start
i see it in your eyes, you stressed out
mr. fantastic [?] stretch out

- curtis williams lyrics

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