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letra de lightwork freestyle 2 - russ (uk)

[intro: mr w.o.t]
i love mr. wot entertainment
crud!

[verse 1: russ]
real, real, realer
man get scrilla
tear up liver, head, face and neck get rip up
bro, love whip up
bro-bro pick up the dot dots fill up
msplash, pull up
don’t get cook up
don’t get fried on a day like jumu’ah
man get mulla
splash with sk!ll, rotate that juker
wet neck from a lewisham hooker
rock with the dots whole block got shake (running)
they see russ, ninety-nine pace (running)
big man stop, running away (where you going?)
instagram, what did you say?
mb pull up
russ with the russ, bedroom stulla
run them down and run down mulla
pretty girl, come take this shubba
double tap, blow’ em away
f-ck off waps, need a ak
let it rip, like a beyblade
gyaldem cat, i’m s-xy and paid
purchase rock, i don’t scr-pe pots
five bill jeans, worth a dots
gunshots, this can’t stop
rack on racks, been through lots
home v’s, i ain’t got no behaviour
one drop then your block gets shake-up
this corn might wake up the neighbour
skeng skeng, man ain’t nothing major
i’m hungry, you’re on the menu
the five-o can’t protect you
i gave your b-tch a d-ck-full, that’s, that’s why the b-tch rejects you
i love this sh-t, i love my fam and i love my team
accuracy, don’t need no beam
gelato / gela-o, i ain’t drinking lean
still got love for my dons in west
free huncho, only speak on text
hmp, gotta free my friends
trident come when the gangs in pens
texting, i don’t do x and o’s
quickly give her my bone and go
pagan cousins, they scream out sho’
man can’t trust ’em, i love them though
texting, i don’t do x and o’s
quickly give her my bone and go
pagan cousins, they scream out sho
man can’t trust ’em, i love them though

[verse 2]
it’s russian, baby, i’m sorry, creep
gully creep, with that shotty
sorry, boo, splashings my hobby
onto who? must’ve took molly
white rum, bun up your chest
lewisham drill
russ is the best
this wap cost an arm and a leg
put one hand on taze and you’re dead
that’s your b-tch, i’m rocking that bed
deep, stroke she shaking her legs
bad and boujee
tight jeans, embrace your booty
ain’t sucking nothing, just b00bies
twenty-pound for a gram; no twosie
cali, so the bud smell fruity
mb mash bread, move booky
it’s russ babe, ask what i do, please
skeng, skeng-man ain’t nothing new, b
red, sh-lls come fat like two p’s
mask off peng gyal wanna do me
yinyang
gang get six for forty
buj one clean so the cats support me
gun
drill but i still step saucy
gun
lean make your bae get h-rny
ain’t on me, he’s telling porkies
she got a man, she’s way too naughty
mad work
even he knows
fly boy, i’m an eagle
still put five on valentinos
upsuh, kway, next to heathrow
ain’t f-cking hugging that b-tch
that gyal bad and i f-ck she look tick
boom, fl!ck
d-ck it and skip
tempted when she whine up her hips
erection, she’s making me stiff
protection ain’t making no kids
harry potter, waving my stick
playing with skengs, we’re taking the p-ss
buy it rock it fl!cking the wrist
8years straight been taking that risk
spinner spin, spin like a disc
let’ em have it blow’ em a kiss, if

[verse 3]
ding dong ting on the eight
all of them man in their vids been chased
eight boys pull up their pants and race
usual suspects, i came with taze (my bro)
shut down shows i don’t rave
youths watching my face, they’re g-y
lying on your back
like hurricane
that little n-gga won’t breathe the same
do road, hit the motes with peng food
if you saw her back it’s mental
in my cup that’s rum and redbull
gun lean with the wap, that’s skeng moves
i wanna slap this wap on a bait ting
but the whole strips covered in bacon
paid bands for the wands, man’s waving
and the cid’s tailgating
i just take man’s flow it’s easy
you know russ with the russ, too cheeky
don’t snapchat racks, that’s cheesy
bro-bro really whips up t-t
don’t run with a wap that’s neeky
gang-gang, bang-bang
like chief keef
can’t smoke sh-t buds, that’s leafy
grind hard for my sh-t, no freebies
badman, i ain’t got a six-pack
batman outfit looking all jet black
ain’t up-front they’re left-back
he got dipped now the c-nt regrets that
wreck relationships, max branning
in the car, that’s your girl mans sh-gging
it’s kalas if i back this cannon
i got a deal but i’m still bang-banging

- russ uk

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