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cross my heart - whop lyrics

intro * ha “big whop” they know what it is road to recovery 2

chours * sh*t different when the fame hit cross my heart and hope to die i swear i’m on that same sh*t
our father my n*gga in heaven calling up the devil like i’m bringing down seven

verse * throw the b*tch on replay use to run the relay put money in the sweepstakes lost it on
my birthday
they ain’t post the album i’m back again
heard his brother got shot bet he won’t lack again
my n*ggas rushing let pac * 10 ten them n*ggas washed up no disrespect to mac 10
i heard them racks in you know we packin
send them goons in while i’m relaxing
this music sh*t is my passion i was stuck in the trenches wasn’t interested fashion
heard they tagging trashing close that backdoor i heard they backend
f*ck a friend they tried to make me switch the flow p*ssy n*ggas almost took me out my glow
i swear imma blow up they making top 10s without my name in it you know them n*ggas tore up
can’t wait to i pour up
heard they throwing shade why i’m getting paid give me a lil time imma have it made
waited my turn b*tch you know i had to drop couple years ago you’ll think i work for pop a lock
they thought i flopped i was looking for them when the album drop i heard i’m blocked spam pages need to stop
sh*t bout to get bl**dy bring a mop
we anit spinning with 38s b*tch you better bring a glock, i’m whop
underrated and rated still ain’t made it pop yo sh*t b*tch you know i need some motivation
no more cases i’m all in the street i’m with the elite i’m a giant they vegans they don’t want the beef
midewells call it peace every beat deceased send me the beat imma run that b*tch like a trackmeat
don’t tap me that’s why i hate phones they have them ppl rushing like home alone
then you know they got the drone cut off everybody tryna make it on my own i’m going in alone
guess
he mad cuz i ain’t put him on the song d*mn views got them n*ggas head gone
chours * sh*t different when the fame hit cross my heart and hope to die i swear i’m on that same sh*t
our father my n*gga in heaven calling up the devil like i’m bringing down seven

outro * i’m on they neck wit it, back to back wit it we back to back wit it big whop man, tom brady 4th quarter i want the ball, ya heard me i want the ball, another virtuoso, how many picasso’s they got man? let’s get it, big whop, how many mona lisa’s man? i’m the hottest out right now man!

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