BIGBABYGUCCI Cross My Heart Mp3 Download
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BIGBABYGUCCI – Cross My Heart Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, ooh, yeah
Uh-uh, uh
Shit is elementary, ayy
[Chorus]
I can’t trust just anyone
You callin’ then I’m pullin’ up (Babe)
And cross my heart and hope to die
I never tried to give it up
[Verse 1]
Push it out like export
I can put you in a LEX Sport
Seen a bad ting moved down next door
I’m just doin’ all the shit that I’m meant for
And the pain and the drugs be my mentor, uh
Stack it up 6’4
Always been an outcast like Big Boi
In a castle, this bitch got mink floors
Talk bad but you ain’t on shit, boy
I’m calling your bluff
Said he got a bag, he ain’t ballin’ like us
Snakes everywhere so I keep it low cut
Used to be bad but a nigga woke up
I bled, niggas ain’t showed no blood
Hermès, baby said, “Buy me a butt”
Wrist so hot, onе time I jump
Probably couldn’t count none if I was countin’ on none
[Chorus]
I can’t trust just anyonе
You callin’ then I’m pullin’ up (Babe)
And cross my heart and hope to die
I never tried to give it up (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
I been workin’, ain’t blessed, boy
Call my shooter, got tools like Pep Boy
Said she down, put my name on her breast, boy
I ain’t even tryna beef with these prep boys
All these hoes run around like escorts
Nigga, I’m a Sith Lord
Have you ever seen a brick in the tin foil?
Talk shit and get killed like discord
Treat little buddy like a dog, like “Get boy”
Ayy, lil’ buddy, man up
Heard your pockets so funny, like “Stand up”
I ain’t chillin’ ’til I got a hundred grand up
And my hands ain’t never gon’ hand up
None of these racks
These boys cap, you don’t even need hats
Way these niggas squeal, we don’t even need rats
Like to hit it from the back just to hear the feedback
[Chorus]
I can’t trust just anyone
You callin’ then I’m pullin’ up (Babe)
And cross my heart and hope to die
I never tried to give it up
