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Testo Russia - Dave East

Testo della canzone Russia (Dave East), tratta dall'album Karma 2

Holiday season

I talked to God like I'm about to die (die)

I think of Malik and I start to cry (leak)

They paid no attention, was walking by (walk)

Outside looking for smokers to start they high

It was 7 a.m. in my auntie building

My man just got low, he a wanted killer (wanted)

You won't put in no work but you want a million? (Huh?)

Disrespect on the dirt, now we on a mission (ridin')

I got no pics on Kairi

New Glock 9 on my hip, you get clipped if you reachin' (boom)

Make the bartender send you a shot of some bleach

We gon' make you go viral, you cry like Tyrese (cry like Tyrese)

You say my name on a single

My niggas gon' lean you, we'll be at your album release (album release)

Jay might pick me up, he just got him a Jeep

Dre Mac called me my phone, said he got him some freaks (dope)

If I ain't in Dolce Gabanna

They bite like piranhas, I probably Versace my tee

Send threats on the net but be hiding from me (hide)

I play SoHo that's why this designer on me

Middle of the projects momma dying on me

You want dust, I can pull up with gallons on me (lean)

This ain't Smack DVD, ain't no battling me

'Lik and Mugga forever, they tatted on me

I got a bitch, came from Russia, don't understand her when I fuck her

Gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')

I rush every hour, Chris Tucker

I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker

We laughin', it's funny (ballin', ballin')

I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard

I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her, "Bust it" (yeah, yeah)

We got them sticks on us in public (yeah, yeah)

I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget (yeah, yeah)

I got a bitch you can't touch

Can't understand her when I fuck her

Gon' spend all the money (whoa, whoa)

I rush every hour, Chris Tucker

I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker

We laughin', it's funny (ballin', ballin')

I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard

I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her, "Bust it" (yeah, yeah)

We got them sticks on us in public

I cannot kick it for nothin', might fuck up your budget

Drum on me, don't play percussion (drum)

Fuck her so good, she be cussing

You got low with a onion (ay)

I got this shit out the dungeon (dungeon)

I don't owe nobody nothing

This pistol is Russian

Matter fact, this bitch is German (German)

Couldn't get nothin' from niggas, shit, I had to earn it

I got some Gelato, let's burn it

Gun on me with no license, I do not got no permit (not me)

Money, got it straight, look like I permed it (permed)

Fuck the DA, I don't care about the verdict (fuck)

Nigga violate, most likely got murdered (murdered)

She ain't tryna fuck, most likely I curved it (curve)

She let me hit it, couldn't understand her

She ain't wanna job, she just wanna scam

I'm really from the trenches working on my manners

Versace pajamas, I just bought some hammers

Wanted to keep takin' pictures, so we got his camera

Getting shot, pray to God, I try to call your grandma

After party at the crib, left with all the dancers

Before it spread, gotta get rid of all the cancer

Never thought about a sale, taking all of them chances

Now, the label want a tape, I get all of them advances

Shoot at them red bottoms, I got all of them dancin'

Money make me look good, now they calling me handsome

I got a bitch, came from Russia, don't understand her when I fuck her

Gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')

I rush every hour, Chris Tucker

I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker

We laughing it's funny (ballin', ballin')

I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard

I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her, "Bust it" (yeah, yeah)

We got them sticks on us in public

I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget

I got a bitch you can't touch

Can't understand her when I fuck her

Gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')

I rush every hour, Chris Tucker

I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker

We laughing it's funny (ballin', ballin')

I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard

I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her, "Bust it" (yeah, yeah)

We got them sticks on us in public

I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget (yeah, yeah)

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