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letra de back 2 back 2.0 (remix) - russ (uk)

this one’s cold renzo

[intro – s1 and russ]
i don’t know about lacking
step with ferb and phineas
give man 4 or more about 5, not fortnite
can’t get revived
don’t ever think that the 12 side do with slacking
we’re the first to back it
that’s your b-tch, i’m leaning inside
riding shotgun, the waps would take 5

[verse 1 – s1]
i don’t know about lacking
step with ferb and phineas
i’m tryna leave man hashtag planking
that’s in and out splash, what a vicious stabbing
ding dong peds we’re immune to the banging
quick retaliation, don’t ever think that the 12 side do with slacking
we’re the first to back it, do man rapid
them boy there tweek on songs
they’re only good with their rapping
cos when shh shh got splashed
he had his ramz, why didn’t he back it?
some stupid deluded f-ggots
rush shot grip firm and tap it
double slap, just keep on banging
hop off, get swept inject then i’m dashing

[verse 2 – russ]
[?], who’s that one?
short and peng, hugest bum
get one f-ck, now she’s sprung
10/10 head, education
bill up your friend, medication
where’s these opps, i’m too impatient
shot ’round there, it’s very vacant
on sight them, i do it blatant
give man 4 or more about 5, not fortnite
can’t get revived
that’s your b-tch, i’m leaning inside
riding shotgun, the waps would take 5
you don’t make racks or bang, you’re too lie
full grip, phone the cats, we stay fly
your cousin got bored, it soon be your time
mb, m splash, i beg a boy ride

[verse 3 – s1]
his girl tried call up for help
that 15 inch done left man static
like pull up a zoot them pattys
ks on who? don’t f-cking mad me
f-cking h-ll them boy there chatty
p-ssy yutes they’re way to catty
they need like 3 other gangs, why?
cos dem gems can’t hack me
and they know that i’m way to savvy
all of them boy they flashy
quick feet, move safe, forrest gump too dashy
and this sh-t really bludclart mad me
but how come the opps ain’t learning?
shh got wet down in his germans
chasing away bigman was swerving
two chest shots had the opp boy burning

[verse 4 – russ]
jeans cost 5, coat cost 8
pressure them boy, we ain’t got no brakes (brakes)
f-cking h-ll, you’re too fake
just got shh from qway like [?]
shut down shows, i’m running up checks
latina, she’s giving man neck (neck)
hear my voice, she gets wet (ay)
give a gyal my third leg
bedroom bully, f-ck up that bed
soldier riddim, shoulder ‘pon leg
what’s the score? how many bled? (how many?)
he held 20, shoulda been dead (dead up)
holy moly
cg cut, biggest p-ssy (where you’re going?)
leave my friend, could never me
1 more k!ll, get uav

- russ uk

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