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Don't Cross Me Video (MV)




Performed By: Dave East
Featuring: Jazzy
Length: 2:32
Written by: David Brewster




Dave East - Don't Cross Me Lyrics
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[ Featuring Jazzy ]

Don't cross me
Four five is on me, this shit get you up off me
I got niggas who salty
Baby don't cross me
Four five is on me, it gets you right up off me
I got niggas who salty
Can't count what it cost me
Lawyers and court fees, you ain't support me
Why you tryna call me, ain't got time for your convo
Smokin' on fronto, drink it right out the bottle
She give head with her eyes closed
Hammer everywhere I go

No ID but they follow
No ID, we on the couch in VIP like free Gato
Found it out on my own
Like the change now I'm grown
We did this shit in the culture so these niggas would know
I did winters, no coat
Now I take trips with the bros
Just spit this shit from the soul
They reminisce when I go
Reminisce when I go

Told 'em turn the lights out when I'm the booth
Take my model bitch to Lighthouse, project bitch the Ruth Chris
They can't make me pipe down, snipers on the roof
Maybe it's my lifestyle, maybe it's my new wrist
I just bought a new whip, white diamonds no Cool Whip
I bust down an 8ball, I just bought some pool sticks
Pull up with a new bitch, I might be with two chicks
I don't do no one-on-one, I got 'em on some group shit

Baby don't cross me
Four five is on me, it gets you right up off me
I got niggas who salty
Can't count what it cost me
Lawyers and court fees, you ain't support me
Why you tryna call me, ain't got time for your convo
Smokin' on fronto, drink it right out the bottle
She give head with her eyes closed
Hammer everywhere I go
No ID but they follow
No ID, we on the couch in VIP like free Gato

Told 'em turn the lights out when I'm the booth
Take my model bitch to Lighthouse, project bitch the Ruth Chris
They can't make me pipe down, snipers on the roof
Maybe it's my lifestyle, maybe it's my new wrist
I just bought a new whip, white diamonds no Cool Whip
I bust down an 8ball, I just bought some pool sticks
Pull up with a new bitch, I might be with two chicks
I don't do no one-on-one, I got 'em on some group shit
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Don't cross me
Four five is on me, this shit get you up off me
I got niggas who salty
Baby don't cross me
Four five is on me, it gets you right up off me
I got niggas who salty
Can't count what it cost me
Lawyers and court fees, you ain't support me
Why you tryna call me, ain't got time for your convo
Smokin' on fronto, drink it right out the bottle
She give head with her eyes closed
Hammer everywhere I go

No ID but they follow
No ID, we on the couch in VIP like free Gato
Found it out on my own
Like the change now I'm grown
We did this shit in the culture so these niggas would know
I did winters, no coat
Now I take trips with the bros
Just spit this shit from the soul
They reminisce when I go
Reminisce when I go

Told 'em turn the lights out when I'm the booth
Take my model bitch to Lighthouse, project bitch the Ruth Chris
They can't make me pipe down, snipers on the roof
Maybe it's my lifestyle, maybe it's my new wrist
I just bought a new whip, white diamonds no Cool Whip
I bust down an 8ball, I just bought some pool sticks
Pull up with a new bitch, I might be with two chicks
I don't do no one-on-one, I got 'em on some group shit

Baby don't cross me
Four five is on me, it gets you right up off me
I got niggas who salty
Can't count what it cost me
Lawyers and court fees, you ain't support me
Why you tryna call me, ain't got time for your convo
Smokin' on fronto, drink it right out the bottle
She give head with her eyes closed
Hammer everywhere I go
No ID but they follow
No ID, we on the couch in VIP like free Gato

Told 'em turn the lights out when I'm the booth
Take my model bitch to Lighthouse, project bitch the Ruth Chris
They can't make me pipe down, snipers on the roof
Maybe it's my lifestyle, maybe it's my new wrist
I just bought a new whip, white diamonds no Cool Whip
I bust down an 8ball, I just bought some pool sticks
Pull up with a new bitch, I might be with two chicks
I don't do no one-on-one, I got 'em on some group shit
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Writer: David Brewster
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