Crosses Chords by Xavier Wulf idontknowjeffery

[Intro]
Bm7 Bm B7 B B7 Bm7
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[Verse]
B7                                      
Crosses 'round my neck on my chain homie
               B7    
Nigga think we homies
                  B7           
Yo homie think we homies 'cause
B7                    
He know my middle name
               B7       
Shortie all up on me she
                       B7   
Must think she gettin' saved
B7                      
Pinky ring on me don't I
              B7     
Look like I'm engaged
B7                        
Married to the money nigga
               B7  
Married to the game
B7                        
Homie think we in the same
              Bm    B7                 
Lane that's a shame higher than a plane
                       B7 
Higher than you niggas aim
B7                                        
Crosses around my neck crosses on my chain
B7                          
Cross 'em out the game cross
                 Bm      
'em out for life fuck 'em
         B                     
She know she ain't living right
        B              
But she spent the night
B7                        
'cause her nigga is a lame
          B7          
He always tryna' fight
                B                      
But when I pull up he ain't tryna' bite
           B                  
I'd rather have a pocket knife
               B7  
Than a perfect life
                                   B    
He mad as fuck his night didn't go right
   B                                        
He brought her to the club and lost his wife
    B                                  
And she he a lame he ain't living right


[Chorus]
B7                          Bm    
Now she at the HQ under the lights
  Bm                                   
I smoke so many blunts I got a overbite
B7                                         
I'm at the shake junt all night living life
         B7            
I'm with doctor Jeffery
B7                      
Memphis in the limelight
B7                     
You rap niggas so trash
         B7          
Get your rhymes right
      B7                                 
I'mma pop out the cut when the time right
        B7                 
I might pop out with my cup
       B7        
To the crime site
         B7          
And look at it like I
B7                       
Didn't do this last night
       B7                  
I'm so mothafuckin' crooked
      B7           
I'mma end your life


[Verse]
B7                       
Uh homie think he know me
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'cause he did in twenty ten
              B7         
I am not your homie homie
              B7    
I am not your friend
B7                       
Police try to pinch again
               B7   
Jump the fence again
B7                         
Pull up in my bitches 'Benz
                     Bm 
Text her what's your PIN
          Bm          
Cross 'em out the game
                  B7  
Cross 'em out for life
B7                                    
Nigga think we homies lost my appetite
B7                                 
Higher than a kite than a satellite
B7                         
I don't know why you wanna'
           B7    
Roll with' me I'm
B                            
Homie think he know me 'cause
   B                   
He did in middle school
B                  
You's a little fool
          B             
Man y'all niggas pitiful
B                                     
California bad bitch in my living room
B7             B       B7                  
Taking off her glasses and her tennis shoes
   B7                            
Uh uh swim in pools sippin' booze
B7                                   
Let the women choose fivestar reviews
B                          
Win or lose I'm on the move


[Chorus]
B7                                     
And I ain't fuckin' witchu' silly dudes
B7                                       
I'mma pop out the cut when the time right
        B7                 
I might pop out with my cup
       B7        
To the crime site
Bm                   
And look at it like I
                    B7   
Didn't do this last night
       B7                  
I'm so mothafuckin' crooked
      B7          
I'mma end his life
      B7                                 
I'mma pop out the cut when the time right
        B7                 
I might pop out with my cup
       B7        
To the crime site
         B7          
And look at it like I
B7                       
Didn't do this last night
      B7                  
We so mothafuckin' crooked
        B7          
We gon' end his life
Bm                             
Yo homie think we homies 'cause
                  B7  
He know my middle name
B7                      
Shortie all up on me she
                       B7   
Must think she gettin' saved
B7                      
Pinky ring on me don't I
              Bm     
Look like I'm engaged
Bm                        
Married to the money nigga
               Bm  
Married to the game
               B7         
Homie think we in the same
                                  Bm   
Lane that's a shame higher than a plane
                       B7 
Higher than you niggas aim
                  Bm                      
Crosses around my neck crosses on my chain
Bm                          
Cross 'em out the game cross
                          B7 B Bm7
'em out for life fuck 'em ■  ■ ■  


[Outro]

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