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Philly S Most Wanted - Cross The Border

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  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 fuck
  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.)
  I know the fuck 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 fuck a Jaguar
  Cop a Aston Martin, pardon
  No talkin, Mr. say sparkin
  Niggas can't understand
  They still walkin
  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
  Top down on the Cadillac Allante'
  I get street stripes like Carlito Brigante
  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's hotter than Negril
  While y'all walk, I wheel
  Oh, your Roley go tick and tock? It's not real
  And keep a piece around my neck I know worth ya deal, nigga

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