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letra de my son - russ millions

[intro]
yo [?], come get your plaque
ay, teeqo made this one
[?] made this one
crud (woosh, woosh)
ay, tefo made this one
mad (woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)

[verse]
i’ve been getting busy
she said russ, you’re way to litty, committee (litty, litty)
man get lizzy, k!lly (k!lly, k!lly), do my dance like shiggy, yuh zimmie
dance for the war with jimmy (jimmy)
the west gyal love get freaky (freaky, freaky)
one gunlean and she start act silly (silly, silly)
can’t get love just suck this w-lly (w-lly, w-lly)
so moist, i can’t describe him
f-ck boxing, i ain’t on no fightin’ (ching him up)
long sword come like a viking
back this out then shove it inside him (dip him)
‘course the mandem’s ridin’
penj or west but i still can’t find him
you know i might put him on demon timing
kings hide him, but i see him trident (why the f-ck [?] you p-ssy)
lyin’, lyin’, this can’t end while the beef is fryin’
half of the girls you’re pipin’ are lyin’ (dutty boy)
check the girls you’re swipin’ (dutty boy)
likkle man can’t hack this
poor man sleeps on a single mattress (facts)
it’s so embarrassing
i don’t even know how this yute’s still managin’ (how?)
for ’bout four years straight i carried him (facts)
want clout so you start rap battlin’ (p-ssy)
my words are damaging
can’t find hits so we call him madeline (p-ssy)
vampire come like dracula (woh)
got bunned by shhh (woh), free stamina
i back this wap, high calibre
you’re still my son, i’m not mad at ya
got smacked by slaughter
when i brucked him he left his daughter (woh)
smacked by body, smacked by silly
he was a ripped in deptford green (p-ssy)
without me you can’t get no deals (facts)
fiveside diamonds, that’s those grills
chat that sh-t, this yute’s some comedy
in belmarsh you was ridin’ voluntary (true)
no apologies
anything i do they copy me
unruly, n0body ain’t stoppin’ me
wanna be me, felt enough animosity
run your mouth for a better clout
what the f-ck is he talkin’ ’bout
get the drop and i’ll sort him out
on the ground what he’s on about
move like me, they’re all learnin’ now
pull up on me, bring burners out
suck your mummy, lil’ reject child
buss your gun and start speakin’ out (bullet)

[bridge]
russ, russ, russ, russ
russ, russ, russ, russ

[pre-chorus]
run your mouth for a better clout
what the f-ck is he talkin’ ’bout
get the drop and i’ll sort him out
on the ground what he’s on about
move like me, they’re all learnin’ now
pull up on me, bring burners out
suck your mummy, lil’ reject child
buss your gun and start speakin’ out (bullet, p-ssy)

[outro]
vampire come like dracula
got bun by shhh, free stamina
i back this wap, high calibre
you’re still my son, i’m not mad at ya
vampire come like dracula
got bun by shhh, free stamina
i back this wap, high calibre
you’re still my son, i’m not mad at ya

- russ millions

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