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lirik lagu dave east - russia

[intro]
holiday season

[verse 1]
i talked to god like i’m about to die (die)
i think of malik and i start to cry (leak)
they paid no attention, was walking by (walking)
outside looking for smokers to start they high
it was 7 am in my auntie building
my man just got low, he a wanted k!ller (wanted)
you won’t put in no work but you want a million? (huh?)
disrespect on the dirt, now we on a mission (ridin’)
i got no pics on kairi
new glock 9 on my hip, you get clipped if you reachin’ (boom)
make the bartender send you a shot of some bleach
we gon’ make you go viral, you cry like tyrese
you say my name on a single, my n-ggas gon’ lean you, we’ll be at your album release (facts)
jay might pick me up, he just got him a jeep
dre mac called me my phone, said he got him some freaks
if i ain’t in dolce gabanna, they bite like piranhas, i probably versace my tee
send threats on the net but be hiding from me
i play soho that’s why this designer on me
middle of the projects momma dying on me
you want dust, i can pull up with gallons on me (lean)
this ain’t smack dvd, ain’t no battling me
‘lik and mugga forever, they tatted on me

[chorus]
i got a b-tch, came from russia, don’t understand her when i f-ck her
gon’ spend all the money (ballin’, ballin’)
i rush every hour, chris tucker
i’m balling on ’em like the rucker, we laughing it’s funny (ballin’ ballin’)
i beat it like i’m dj mustard
i got your b-tch all through the gutter, i just told her bust it
we got them sticks on us in public
i cannot kick it for nothing, might f-ck up your budget
i got a b-tch you can’t touch
can’t understand her when i f-ck her
gon’ spend all the money (ballin’, ballin’)
i rush every hour, chris tucker
i’m balling on ’em like the rucker, we laughing it’s funny (ballin’ ballin’)
i beat it like i’m dj mustard
i got your b-tch all through the gutter, i just told her bust it
we got them sticks on us in public
i cannot kick it for nothing, might f-ck up your budget

[verse 2]
drum on me, don’t play percussion
f-ck her so good, she be cussing
you got low with a onion (ay)
i got this sh-t out the dungeon
i don’t owe n0body nothing
this pistol is russian
matter fact, this b-tch is german
couldn’t get nothin’ from n-ggas, sh-t, i had to earn it
i got some gelato, let’s burn it
gun on me with no license, i do not got no permit
money, got it straight, look like i permed it
f-ck the da, i don’t care about the verdict (f-ck)
n-gga violate, most likely got murdered (murdered)
she ain’t tryna f-ck, most likely i curved it (curve)
she let me hit it, couldn’t understand her
she ain’t wanna job, she just wanna scam
i’m really from the trenches working on my manners
versace pajamas, i just bought some hammers
wonder keep taking pictures, so we called his [?]-
getting shot, pray to god i try to call your grandma
after party at the crib, left with all the dancers
before it spread, gotta get rid of all the cancer
never thought about a sale, taking all of them chances
now, the label want a tape, i get all of them advances
shoot at them red bottoms, i got all of them dancing
money make me look good, now they calling me handsome

- lirik lagu dave east

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