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letra de respec & protec - russell

[intro]
aye, aye, aye, yeah
woo-hoo

[verse 1]
bouncin’ out of my village
bout to hit your f-ckin’ city
bout to blow down all your weed
got girls of every colour with me
eatin’ good, living better, california lit up weather
you and your girl live together
f-ck her, send her home in a richvale sweater
i’m way too gassed up
i don’t do f-ckboy sh-t, don’t mention me and [?]
if it wasn’t music, it was acting or trapping or robbing
or hustle ’til they put me in them handcuffs
aye, i ain’t gotta front, my life been a stunt
you do what you can, i do what i want
she’s stuck in the back, send her to the front (get low)
i ain’t with the little boy talk and the chit-chat
ever since my face been tatted i’ve been no one
can’t put me against you, that’s a mismatch
i’ve been on 1, i’ve been on 2, might make it 3
but what more does a boy gotta prove?
i’m a lot of things, but i sure ain’t you
roll that, smoke that, light that dope

[chorus]
aye, rack it up, cash that check
fight em on site, hit the deck
i don’t do walsh, i just give em respect
aye, rack it up, cash that check
comin’ through, right on, next
money my family that sh-t i protecting
aye, rack it up, cash that check
fight em on site, hit the deck
i don’t do walsh, i just give em respect
aye, rack it up, cash that check
comin’ through, right on, next
money my family that sh-t i protecting

[post-chorus]
money my family that sh-t i protecting
money my family that sh-t i protecting

[verse 2]
dammit, i’m pretty, no need to be iced out
she wore my tee like a night gown
she tell you, “i am not in the mood”
she just tell me, “f-ck me right now”
i can’t believe i’m a young sensation
can’t believe i saw tons of these youngins cakin’
and i ain’t really do too much sh-t about it
i just sat and waited really patient, innovative
in the matrix, dodging shots from these vivid fakers
she love the yellow, like it’s the lakers
i k!ll the p-ssy, do prison later
russell just want him a crib with acres
look at me, my life [?]
i should count money and rap like i’m cam
posted up with big tigger up in the bas-m-nt

[outro]
god d-mn, god d-mn
woo-hoo

- russell

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