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letra de russian to the bank - trdee

[intro]
(ooh, sh-t, that’s a danny g beat)
sheesh
sh-ttyboyz

[verse]
pockets full, they’ve been eating
’cause i’m only worried about the green like i’m vegan
i’ll put the glock down, give you a beating
dawg a cornball without his breeze, he be tweaking
fresh as f-ck head to toe
that little ass pointing tail, please let it go
what i’m wearing cost a ‘bow
where is my endors-m-nt? i be balling like a pro
who just put up? oh, that’s gang
might drop a fourty ball, dame time on the chain (a fourty ball, ice)
she just gave me crazy brain (d-mn, d-mn)
shirt cost too much, i’ma be p-ssed i get a stain
[?] got sh-t on mе when i got fifty on me
d-mn, i’m sick as f-ck, thought we was brothеrs, why you switching on me?
i won’t knock your hustle, gotta get it how you live, homie
you say you was pulling up with loud, it was mid, brodie
i feel like the rolls and pulling up from the mid range
all black whip, white guts, this my ying yang
f-ck it, mr. jump sh-tty is my new name
fire on me and it’s kicking, d-mn, i feel like luke cain
rushing to the bank, i’m got a play i’m tryna catch
we ain’t never getting off, i don’t care about who next
back when i was broke, i ain’t care about no s-x
boy, don’t ever bet against me, you gon’ end up in some depth
[?] from the top, i don’t know, i just keep grinding
took an l, was sick then bounced back, perfect timing
don’t never reach for something, gon’ get hit up in your noggin
stack it for the rainy days because the sun ain’t always shining (you hear me?)
i ain’t on sh-t besides getting money, making music
i be with the money team, you know why sh-t be speaking fluent
i be tryna put my mans on and alley-oop it
took my b-tch out on a shopping spree ’cause we’ve been going through it
you gon’ have to throw your seatbelt on, i throw this b-tch in sport
money long as f-ck, so it don’t even matter if i’m short (don’t)
we got boston hoes, smoking zaza at the port
think i’m one to fight in mexico and stay in a resort
n-ggas steady hating on me, got me in a different mode
not knowing i never quit nor bend or fold
why you crying ’bout that b-tch? she ain’t even cold
brodie just popped a mushroom like he shot at toad
i don’t wrestle but these n-ggas can’t see me, john cena
i can’t even bring boy around ’cause he rob people (d-mn)
three-three-three, i’m feeling half evil
sh-t, f-ck weed, got me stuck, i only smoke diesel
hit her with the buffs on, got the b-tch amazed
i just threw the crocs on ’cause i was out catching plays
run up, i’ma barbacue your ribs, same as daze
they don’t show me love, they went and waited ’til i’m in the grave (n-ggas hoes, man)

- trdee

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