Cross My Heart - Riff Raff, Thug Angel

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