Cross My Heart

Hope to die
I can’t do with Versace on my eye
Cross my heart, cross, cross my heart
Cross my heart, hope to die
I can’t do with Versace on my eye
Cross my heart, cross, cross my heart
Cross my heart, hope to die
I can’t do with Versace on my eye
Cross my heart, I cross my heart
Cross my heart, hope you won’t be mad
I could buy a Jag, couldn’t hear my name
Either way the same, it’s same thing
It’s the same game, but I don’t play games
I don’t fuck with lames, I don’t fuck with humans
I used to drive a Buick, now it’s, fuck a car
Now I’m a superstar, drink out a jelly jar
I don’t fuck with people, drop
Tell my friends that thought that we were equal
How the fuck we supposed to drive a Bentley without the engine?
Bitch, I’m a Hemi, bitch, I drive a semi
Bitch, I’m super cool and I keep it calm
World in my palm
Cross my heart, hope to die
I can’t do with Versace on my eye
Cross my heart, cross, cross my heart (I cross my heart)
Cross my heart, hope to die
I can’t do with Versace on my eye
Cross my heart, I cross my heart
Cross my heart
And I cross my heart and hope to die
Better beware, I’m shooting blind
Two in the sky, can’t catch me, dodging prison time
Don’t be asking questions, we’re too fucking hood
Raised by the streets, no finna like me
Keep up if you could
Come on, boy, fly with me
Fuck with me, tell nobody
Nobody is mine, your company, don’t need the third degree
All I chase is paper, bitch, too many hoes chasing the dick
Swisher Sweet, why the flick a Bic?
Bricks of weed double up real quick
Nobody is mine, your company, when you ride with me
Dodging cops, there ain’t no stopping
When they get behind of me
Fleeing the scene, rolling up weed
Nina the ganja was close county G
Cross my heart and hope to die
Clouds of smoke fade, too many sights
Cross my heart, hope to die
I can’t do with Versace on my eye
Cross my heart, cross, I cross my heart
Cross heart