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Xavier Wulf

Genres: Hip-Hop

New Rage Lyrics - Xavier Wulf

[Hook: Xavier] 

Pull up with that lame shit 

I ain't wit that same shit 

You can get your name sent 

You can get your flesh twitched 

You can get yourself ditched 

You can get your bitch hit 

Come get your whole team bitch 

Don't make me make a scene here 

Don't make us make a scene there 

I swear the air all clear there 

On god n' them I don't care 

Beware our .30, don't care 

I'll put you here, then leave you there 

Whole squad be everywhere 

Pull up on you derriere 

No rest to him, was all a blur 

 

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[Verse 1: Duke] 

With this chick I give no shit I got these bitches with us 

And we holdin' dat' hoe ransom, he said okay how much 

Million pounds of the gas so you won't hear shit from her 

I give no fucks 'bout none of you niggas I caught 'em crying for what 

 

[Hook: Xavier] 

Pull up with that lame shit 

I ain't wit that same shit 

You can get your name sent 

You can get your flesh twitched 

You can get yourself ditched 

You can get your bitch hit 

Come get your whole team bitch 

Don't make me make a scene here 

Don't make us make a scene there 

I swear the air all clear there 

On god n' them I don't care 

Beware our .30, don't care 

I'll put you here, then leave you there 

Whole squad be everywhere 

Pull up on you derriere 

No rest to him, was all a blur 

 

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[Verse 2: Diego] 

Pull up on yo' scene bitch 

30 clips, let it rip 

Young Diego wit' his bitch 

With the .40 on my hip 

Don't pull up on lame shit 

Bitch we on that gang shit 

And I got the racks bitch I ball like Kevin Cain bitch 

I just might go hit a jug 

Pull up drop top me and wood 

Flexin' on your bitch 

Got them racks stacked up like some books 

I ain't wit' the drug dealers 

I ain't wit' the fuckin' crooks 

Heard he talkin' shit, pull up on him now that nigga shook 

Got them shooters at your neck 

Yeah them niggas leave you wet 

Young Diego run through checks 

Ice diamonds 'round my neck 

I just might fuck your bitch 

Pass her to my nigga Dex 

Smoking strong, gas pack 

Got me higher than a jet 

 

[Hook: Xavier] 

Pull up with that lame shit 

I ain't wit that same shit 

You can get your name sent 

You can get your flesh twitched 

You can get yourself ditched 

You can get your bitch hit 

Come get your whole team bitch 

Don't make me make a scene here 

Don't make us make a scene there 

I swear the air all clear there 

On god n' them I don't care 

Beware our .30, don't care 

I'll put you here, then leave you there 

Whole squad be everywhere 

Pull up on you derriere 

No rest to him, was all a blur 

 

[Verse 3: Dex] 

Don't pull up on that lame shit 

I be on that game shit 

My bitch snort cocaine shit 

You rob, I'm on that same shit 

Pull up on 'em, windows down 

Draco on me, don't make a sound 

You move then my chopper go bloaw 

I run to the money like mouse 

 

[Hook: Xavier Wulf] 

Pull up with that lame shit 

I ain't wit that same shit 

You can get your name sent 

You can get your flesh twitched 

You can get yourself ditched 

You can get your bitch hit 

Come get your whole team bitch 

Don't make me make a scene here 

Don't make us make a scene there 

I swear the air all clear there 

On god n' them I don't care 

Beware our .30, don't care 

I'll put you here, then leave you there 

Whole squad be everywhere 

Pull up on you derriere 

No rest to him, was all a blur 

 

[Verse 4: Warhol] 

.30 on me I bring her to the earth 

Testin' my niggas put you on a shirt 

 

[Hook: Xavier Wulf] 

Pull up with that lame shit 

I ain't wit that same shit 

You can get your name sent 

You can get your flesh twitched 

You can get yourself ditched 

You can get your bitch hit 

Come get your whole team bitch 

Don't make me make a scene here 

Don't make us make a scene there 

I swear the air all clear there 

On god n' them I don't care 

Beware our .30, don't care 

I'll put you here, then leave you there 

Whole squad be everywhere 

Pull up on you derriere 

No rest to him, was all a blur 

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