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on the gang - xavier wulf lyrics

idkjeffery [intro]:

aye
f*ck around then
spark this blunt
which y’all we smoking?
aye
black a n*gga eye for talking silly
(gang)
knock a n*gga off his bike look like he popped a wheelie
(gang)
knock a n*gga off his skateboard
he laser*flipping
(gang)
once she let me hit it
then i say them digits

let me hear the gang x4
(f*ck n*gga)

idkjeffery [verse 1]:
i’m beating p*ssies up
this ain’t no f*cking s*x position
(f*ck n*gga)
i’m looking on the bad side
die jeffery pessimistic
xavier wulf:
i got my chain made in jotunheimr
twist with thе lemon lime
b*tches think i’m honеnheim

(on the motherf*cker)
yo b*tch is texting paragraphs
she sent the deposition
(on gang)
put all their opps in grass
dr. jeffery optimistic

xavier wulf:
i got my chain made by jotunheimr
twist with the lemon lime
my b*tch came straight from jotunheimr

(on the motherf*cker)
put all their opps in grass my body counting triple digits
(f*ck n*gga)
you heard i got that check and spent that sh*t on stripper b*tches
(on the gang)

let me hear the gang x2
let me aye
let me hear
black smurf [verse 1]:
should i send ’em hitters?
hitting a direction if i need it to
for real yuh he memphin
we stepping like we shame the booth
check the scholar
rolling 12 an o
she getting critical
took the tear
throw way high their hands and with a b*tch and dude
this gen 5 call it block*boy cause all they do is shoot
i’m outside straight standing on business
partner sh*t we the truth

xavier wulf [verse 1]:
who the f*ck is this?
pull up just to pull off on a b*tch
i be glatchin sh*t
and he think i’m sly ’cause i’m rich
i’mma spin again
then i put his pack up in the wind
let me hit it n*gga
(on the gang)
let me hit it
(on the gang)
idkjeffery [verse 2]:
fire that blunt up in the hill
i ask my boy which opp is this?
i f*ck every hoe i’m with
your b*tch just be hit or miss
all my b*tches got me blocked
my iphone be dry as sh*t
if the function smoking opps
n*ggas wanna try sh*t
and don’t play with us unless you tryna die sh*t
(on the gang)
n*gga play with one of us
he must be high as sh*t
(on the gang)
smoking opps
who god is this?
let me hit it
gang
let me hit
gang

let me hit it on the gang x7

black smurf [verse 2]:
mine!
on my soul i want you gone today
pray that anyhow n*gga own it too with a gun
say you stepping on sh*t
but ain’t seen it and that on my mama
he never crashed done slid round 50 round drumming
gets you gone without putting on no money
and that’s how i’m coming
had them young boys in there on your block
like they andre drummond
gen 4 we hold 34
like i’m terry cummings
word to bond
whatever i say
p*ssy know i’m standing on it

- xavier wulf lyrics

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