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letra de russian chop - lil bean & zaybang

[chorus: lil bean]
yeah, uh
russian chops stuffed inside of a european car
i could fall off today, that’s why i love tomorrow
two b-tches, but they’re twins, i can’t tell apart
one got better throat, but one got better arch
runnin’ plays like archie manning, my brother a bandit
‘member piled inside the trap, the crib was abandoned
bad b-tch good at givin’ head, she say she at stanford
n-ggas don’t be usin’ guns, they show it on camera
say she workin’ nine-to-five, but really she dancin’
any time you got a problem, just tell me, it’s handled

[verse 1: lil bean]
yeah, kyrie with the handle
my uncle got an old revolver with tape on the handle
this sh-t’ll change your whole life, i know what them bands do
ain’t too many n-ggas left, it’s only a handful
yeah, keep playin’ your part
don’t gotta tell me keep it real, i’ve been from the start
if you put pain in these streets, it’s gon’ leave a scar
if them n-ggas pull up on us, their sh-t gettin’ parked
gotta watch my back, this sh-t can get tricky
i don’t stop at red lights, just give me the ticket
‘member servin’ through the field, bounce out, it get busy
n-gga tryna bring it home, my pockets was empty
[verse 2: zaybang]
and f-ck school, but i still was the n-gga on campus
two b-tches in a mansion, i feel like a sandwich
lax, i’m off a deuce, i call when i’m landin’
these b-tches playin’ on my phone, i don’t answer for randoms
she got me in her close friends, i probably’ll stamp it
b-tch, i grew up with them k!llers and robbers and bandits
don’t strong arm for that bag, she openly hand it
yeah, they hit the ground when we blitz, we openly fannin’
they hate to see my n-ggas live, we pull up in long sleeves
i know some bad b-tches that really got no cheese
you ain’t really ’bout no drill, you n-ggas is smoke free
if a n-gga box you in, you callin’ the police
i just bought the whole store, go ring up the tab
i feel like i should take a ride, i’m in somethin’ fast
i grew up gettin’ on them suckers and duckin’ the task
it ain’t no love in my city, it’s up and it’s bad

[chorus: lil bean]
russian chops stuffed inside of a european car
i could fall off today, that’s why i love tomorrow
two b-tches, but they’re twins, i can’t tell apart
one got better throat, but one got better arch

- lil bean zaybang

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