Cross The Border

[Boobonic]

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. 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

[Chorus]

[Boobonic]

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

[Mr.]

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

[Chorus]