Lyrics Xavier Wulf – Crosses
Text:
Idontknowjeffery:
Crosses ’round my neck, on my chain, homie (uh)
Nigga think we homies (uh)
Yo, homie think we homies ’cause he know my middle name
Pinky ring on me don’t I look like I’m engaged
Married to the money, nigga, married to the game
Homie think we in the same lane that’s a shame
Higher than a plane, higher than you niggas aim
Crosses around my neck, crosses on my chain (crosses)
Cross ’em out the game, cross ’em out for life, fuck ’em
Xavier Wulf:
She know she ain’t living right, but she spent the night (spent the night)
‘Cause her nigga is a lame he always tryna’ fight (always tryna’ fight)
But when I pull up, he ain’t tryna’ bite (he ain’t tryna’ fight)
I’d rather have a pocket knife than a perfect life (perfect life)
He mad as fuck his night didn’t go right (go right)
He brought her to the club, and lost his wife (lost his wife)
And she he a lame, he ain’t living right (ain’t living right)
Now she at the HQ, under the lights (under the lights)
I smoke so many blunts I got a overbite (a overbite)
I’m at the shake junt all night, living life (I’m living life)
I’m with doctor Jeffery, Memphis in the limelight (in the limelight)
You rap niggas so trash, get your rhymes right (get your rhymes right)
I’mma pop out the cut when the time right (time right)
I might pop out with my cup, to the crime site (crime site)
And look at it like I didn’t do this last night (last night)
I’m so mothafuckin’ crooked, I’mma end your life
Idontknowjeffery:
Uh, homie think he know me ’cause he did in 2010
Police try to pinch again, jump the fence again
Pull up in my bitches ‘Benz, text her what’s your PIN (let’s go)
Cross ’em out the game, cross ’em out for life
Nigga think we homies, lost my appetite
Higher than a kite, than a satellite (high as fuck)
I don’t know why you wanna’ roll with’ me I’m ?
(leggo, leggo)
Homie think he know me ’cause he did in middle school
You’s a little fool, man y’all niggas pitiful
California bad bitch in my living room
Taking off her glasses and her tennis shoes
Uh uh, swim in pools, sippin’ booze
Let the women choose, 5-star reviews
Win or lose, I’m on the move (uh)
And I ain’t fuckin’ witchu’ silly dudes (less’ go)
Xavier Wulf:
I’mma pop out the cut when the time right (time right)
I might pop out with my cup, to the crime site (crime site)
And look at it like I didn’t do this last night (last night)
I’m so mothafuckin’ crooked, I’mma end his life
I’mma pop out the cut when the time right (time right)
I might pop out with my cup, to the crime site (crime site)
And look at it like I didn’t do this last night (last night)
We so mothafuckin’ crooked, We gon’ end his life
Idontknowjeffery:
Yo, homie think we homies ’cause he know my middle name
Shortie all up on me she must think she gettin’ saved
Pinky ring on me don’t I look like I’m engaged
Married to the money, nigga, married to the game
Homie think we in the same lane that’s a shame
Higher than a plane, higher than you niggas aim
Crosses around my neck, crosses on my chain (crosses)
Cross ’em out the game, cross ’em out for life, fuck ’em
