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Cros Lyrics - Artist : Burna Bandz
I'm with the cro now
I'm with the woe now, ay I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes I'm in my zone, cooking the zone Got me a clone, dripping VLONE Hit him in his dome, hit him and go Aye, lil' bitch, aye, watch your tone She wanna give me neck in the ghost Tell that lil' bitch I ain't average joe She wan' be gang, she be do the most Who want a toke? Come get the smoke I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes I'm with the gang and we giving out smoke Pass him the dime, I know he gon' score We in the bando serving snow You know I go half and half for cro We smoking demi and we toast We getting money and some more We smoking demi and we toast Throw up a three, shoutout the bros I'm in the North, my youngins gon' wait at your door Make it rain but I don't bring a coat It was June but the trap made it snow I've been whipping and doubling O's Might go OT where nobody knows Might go slide round dirty these poles Sipping ratio pour up a four Man, free all my dawgs up the road I'm still with the cros, still with the bros Late night and we letting shit go I drip like a pond, she like, "Oh My God" She wanna fuck, yeah she bored She up for the night but by the dawn She gotta get outta the door Get outta door, whore I know you said you ain't fucking the bros Bro pulled the cord, yeah I know you ain't aiming unless in the nose Stay afloat like a boat Soon as a pack come in it go Soon as the pressure get crackin', he choke Nigga slippin' like he slipped on soap I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes I'm in my zone, cooking the zone Got me a clone, dripping VLONE Hit him in his dome, hit him and go Aye, lil' bitch, aye, watch your tone She wanna give me neck in the ghost Tell that lil' bitch I ain't average joe She wan' be gang, she be do the most Who want a toke? Come get the smoke I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes I'm with the gang and we giving out smoke Pass him the dime, I know he gon' score We in the bando serving snow You know I go half and half for cro We smoking demi and we toast We getting money and some more And yeah, I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes Leave him with holes and now he is smoke She ride the dick just like a bike Super saucy as she give me throat Back in the seven we were selling dope I had to take a flight to trap it up North Broski jus' dropped the bands on the torch She don't play sports to know he don't score She bust for Versace, she feel like a whore Diamonds they hit 'em might leave you so sore I got the drip, I got a pole Fuck up some racks, drip some more Fendi my kicks, fresh out the store Brand new Fifth, send you a boy I work my wrist, I got a four This ain't the draft, she said I'm chosen Still ball like DeRozan Headshot, shoutout cronem We got the ball rolling You know I ain't going Lil' ho' so annoying One move and we blow him The fuck was you thinkin'? Fuck was he doing? Dummy I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes I'm in my zone, cooking the zone Got me a clone, dripping VLONE Hit him in his dome, hit him and go Aye, lil' bitch, aye, watch your tone She wanna give me neck in the ghost Tell that lil' bitch I ain't average joe She wan' be gang, she be do the most Who want a toke? Come get the smoke I'm with the cros, I'm with the woes I'm with the gang and we giving out smoke Pass him the dime, I know he gon' score We in the bando serving snow You know I go half and half for cro We smoking demi and we toast We getting money and some more |
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