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letra de back 2 back - russ (uk)

[intro – s1 & russ]
them boy there good with their words but they’re not good with the riding
fly o, no biggie with two packs
stack grands, invest in new waps
saw jakes come back then they taped it off
roll down my ends certain man feel lost
came in the room like “who’s that?”
bruck back, two hands, abuse that

[verse 1 – s1]
swing that shet let me show you bout violence
main road swing it twice see the p-ssyhole crying, man fish out your chest and leave him for dead then cut from sirens
backroads man skrt, s1 don’t don’t do with the hiding
know like, pull up hop off and fish a man knife him
like bro just get him get him just wet him wet him with a crucial slicing
had his mumsy screaming “god” like “why him?!”
back it out and the blade come long like viking
just in and out like ‘splash splash’ “where is your kidneys hiding? where’s wally cah i wan find him?!”
he spoke and then he got fed, guess what bro well now there’s no violence

[verse 2 – russ]
hop out a man like “hey!”
then, squeeze up the mash; my bae
one, hand in the air; nae nae
russ and taze we’re too boasay
cut through step out, i step with smoke
tweak on songs but you’ve been on ropes
from an opp boy man’s been on volts
head or neck i ain’t tearing coats
big russ, step out on violence
don’t run, defend all that typing
big corn or hit him with knifings
long swords, we’re waring like vikings
oi, get him, squeeze the black pr-ck
m splash dat, we did what we did
grown or young, don’t care; still get dipped
free nutcase, he’s home in a bit

[verse 3 – s1]
them boy there good with their words but they’re not good with the riding
push bike, big ramz i’m known for the sliding
anything grove, man drill it then bill it they’re doing up o that’s mileage
and i grip 2 hands on a dots; bang it off and watch all of them boys start hiding, some p-ssyholes please stop lying
slide on any block, saw jakes come back then they taped it off
roll down my ends certain man feel lost
too bad, you’re f-cked but hold that loss
on the glide no f-cks, anything grove man drill it then dust
how many times have we bucked up, in an ‘aigon’s head? have you got bust?

[verse 4 – russ]
fly o, no biggie with two packs
stack grands, invest in new waps
came in the room like “who’s that?”
bruck back, two hands, abuse that
bad boy from qway, they know that
add a kay, take a blade where your domes at
i don’t need no manbag
right hand got a stick like grandad
splash boy yeah the lifestyle’s hectic
still tryna move bricks like tetris
i’m on them yutes and i meant it
put hands on bro, that’s a death wish
he woulda got corn but i left it
cos they f-ck with the pigs that (?)
and i can’t go jail for a black pr-ck
f-ck that, dead, (?)
aye, facts is facts, can’t hack this russ
russ do road, russ do that atlas
won’t leave him, back my bro
won’t leave him, man stand and crash it
frightened yutes, they dash and panic
don’t want war them man just chat sh-t
ic3 when i back that magic

- russ uk

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