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london yellow - russha lyrics

[verse 1: london yellow & beetlejukes]
i am in russia, and i am depressed
me and beetle eat buckwheat ’cause it is the best
you sayin’ sh+t that i don’t understand
we in st. petersburg, i’m from the west
oops, meant to say i’m from the east
i smear a big pile of p++p in my hands
i am poor, do my poor n+gga dance
i’m a fake skater, i’m wearing fake vans
imma eat her sh+t, f+ck eating her ass
занюхнул ее бля шоколадный глаз
занюхнул ее бля шоколадный глаз
yeah, that right there (there), that was my mans
they thought i was slow when i went to j+pan (where?)
switch up the flow and i deletе the gram
cum on a grammy, don’t know who i am
جينك خينا جينك (arabic n+ggas) in pakistan
puked on her coochiе ’cause it taste like ham (ew)
[verse 2: beetlejukes]
ham, as in ветчинка (ooh)
fiji, вечеринка (brrr)
отсосу за 15 bucks (yeah)
если пахнешь спреем ахе
запиваю водкой пиво
ведь я russian с нами сила
beetle beetle, ruskie suka
london yellow, желтый негр
logic is biracial so i am bif+ggot
pathologic tissue on your ass, i’m a maggot
glaciers, it’s cold outside
russia’s northwest, saint p suicide
your car

[verse 3: london yellow]
i’m off uh crack, you n+ggas off a xan
i’m off that black tar heroin
i am unemployed, let’s make some plans (yes i am)
i cannot fight so i beat up lil boys
mom used to beat me ’cause i’m makin’ noise
dad used to beat me ’cause he was annoyed
you try to fight me, i give you a kiss (oh boy)
this is a love song, not a diss (oh boy)
dis right here give you a cyst
terminal 7 cancer on your tits
what’s your star sign? libra? that’s cancerous (shut the f+ck up)
that level of brain damage type of sh+t give a n+gga a hemorrhage
if you listen to this you got red in your toilet
you’re sick, f+cked in the head
you friggin’ listen to this and you’re are
so you’re nasty for your listenin’ to this song
i’m gonna tell your dad and your aunt and your mom
turn off this freakin’ track
i’m literally snitchin’ on you
i know you’re not old enough to hear bad words on a rap song
you’re gonna get beat and grounded
i’m gonna tell all your guardians
you’re gonna be lookin’ stupid
you’re gonna get bullied
and don’t give a heck, man
everybody thinks you’re edgy
i’m a future frickin’ p++p man
yeah, you n+gga try to test me
turn off the f+ckin’ track, please (turn it off now)
’cause at this point i’m just sayin’ dumb sh+t (i’m just sayin’ dumb sh+t)
i don’t give a f+ck though, imma keep goin’
gonna keep goin’ and then i’m still flowin’ (i’m still flowin’)
[outro: london yellow]
why the f+ck is he not rapping about rap? (i’m meta)
this is so meta, this is so stupid
i’m gonna f+cking k!ll myself right now
i’m gonna shoot off my p+n+s and cut it up
i’m gonna cook it inside of a pan

- london yellow lyrics

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