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[Hook:] In the dead of winter my bones are cold My heart is froze and I'm alone Won't you save me and make me believe That there's more to life than
I believed you I believed you Now it's up to me I believed you I believed you Now it's up to me I believed what you said The lovin' days were through
[Chorus: x4] I'm too real (too real) Too raw (too raw) Fuck with me (fuck with me) I'm national (nigga) [Verse 1:] I'm at the top of my game like barry
"Stay in your seats" "We're in the back seat playing -- "I can't sleep" "I'm thinking maybe they noticed" "don't stop" Hey, I find it harder and harder
(feat. Pharrell, The Game & Snoop Dogg) [Tyga] Uh, in this world after one thing Get ya money man, like ya uncle told me Haven't slept since, cause
dynasty like no other Who flow like Bleek , think , no other Who rhyme like Sigel , dog , no other It's Roc-a-Fella twins desert eagle no other [BM]
casket, made a son a bastard Got to stay strapped, put the Cru is comin back [Yogi] Loungin with my Cru, above Meck and Harmony Bringin like 13 other
Smoke a million and a half blunts on the roof And every other winter vests are bulletproof, that truth Had Boris all day, Gladys all night Once I get it to the other
bitches Ain't no more hoes No freaks, no niggas No gun sligin, right about now Tonight only, yo, we just gonna ride [Chorus x2: Yogi] Loungin' wit my Cru
(feat. Cru) Aight [Echos and fades away] (Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix) Yeah [Echos and fades away] (Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix) [Diamond
Tec And I hope ya rap friends don't fill the wake, peel the weight M6, get away, know a nigga trippin' Go and get some Grand Cru, I'm tryna chill and
housing cops can suck our dicks, we jumping out Of convertible matchbox shits, next drip inhaling Chilling, my throat frozen, my orange brick Bottles of Cru
enfants sont tombes? Combien de petits corps chetifs ont plie Sous le poids d'une croix qu'il n'ont jamais portee Par la faute d'un homme qui s'est cru
Yeah, now that I got the blood, let me speak on this aight Yeah, I hear a lot of kick in this bitch Turn the music up in this motherfucker Other side
t no fun, if they can't fuck too, ooh, ooh [Verse 2: Mac Mustard] I'm tryna get between ya knees and breeze And all I need is a bottle of Cru, me and
son Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track What's all with seven thousand other rappers
[Intro:] Yo, Sway. Uh Ha. Shout Out To The Whole After Shock Cru. And This One Here Is For The Kids (Ok) (Desafo) You Know How We Rep Dont Play Around