Cross the Border

歌詞

(Boobonic) Yo, once the Mo start drippin Hoes start trippin Tell em my name Boo You know we all hittin But look mami I got 3 drinks in me stuck And I aint tryna talk, I'm tryna f**k If the pussy gets wetter Chicks, I never sweat her I'm gettin all the cheddar Bitch, read the letter I pattened the plan Get a dick suck wit a gat in my hand Bitch, it's thug passion Chicks drive by in their whips They be flashin Do you know Bonic and Lib? They be askin If the bitch wanna ask me shit, I'ma hit Attitude just like Cancun, I'ma trip Now niggas pissed Know why? Cause I'm the shit If you cop a 5, imagine what I'm gone get Lights out Most Wanted bring the bikes out Ball out Bitches on the back Ass all out I got hoes wit accents And I don't mean Hundai's My hands touched more bricks than Quamay's Ice'll blind you For real dog, believe me Only feel comfortable around Ray Charles and Stevie So I'ma take it easy Chorus (Female voice) So why don't you run across the border mama? (I'll run cross the border papa) And what will you bring me back mama? (You know what I'll bring you back papa) So don't forget (I won't forget) To bring me back (To bring you back) What I need (What you need) Tonight (Tonight) Will you run across the border mama? (I'll go cross the border papa) (Mr.) (Mr. Mr.) I know the f**k you heard Give me head while I drive Bitch, I like to swerve I'll take you to the airport so you can cop them birds Now is you bout it mami? Whoa, let me know Is it the dick, the car, the looks, or the dough? She said, "Mostly the dough, playa I don't lie." I hit once, then hit her girlfriend Ask, "When can we all get together again?" And I never love hoes What you talkin about? I party your wife, nigga You be eatin her out And I sat there and told you that I cum in her mouth And my connect the only reason she be runnin down south Bitches high for a ride dependin who key startin So f**k a Jaguar Cop a Aston Martin, pardon No talkin, Mr. say sparkin Niggas can't understand They still walkin Chorus (Boobonic) Hot ass whips is what they see Boo in We play down in C-A-C-U-N Uh, nice wit the O flex outta line Cut a bitch off like O.J. Yall aint ready That's why all yall niggas look hurt When yall see me More Franklin's than Kirk And I'm spendin em wit GP Thick tube socks I rock like I'm from DC Cash Money as in Juvenile like BG (Mr.) Top down on the Cadillac Allante' I get street stripes like Carlito Picante Dog, I tax yall cause it costs to live And still show no love like foster kids I rent out homes in the hood and live across the bridge My car hotter than the grill While yall walk, I wheel Oh, your Rolie go tick and tock? It's not real And keep a piece around my neck I know worth ya deal, nigga Chorus