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rob kelly - russian mafia lyrics

[verse 1]
the buds hound who’s my [?] the russian mafia
yes a [?] matter fact you get your bones broken in a factory
with brick top k!llers here’s a brief introductions kids this is ripper
the word and that’s all you need to know
a boston george skied out on the keys of floor
precious squad like osama
the cia operative you’re in the station vehicle operative
the dt was telling me you was singing a record but it wasn’t check out my melody
i cop the reebok cl-ssics and [?] the flag out
now when i go to a show they bring a bag out
nothing less than a gram if you down with my crew you nothing less than a man
this rap money short too invest when you can
do me a favor please try be less of a stand make less of a stand
cause if my man thinks i’m under a threat he’s gonna make a mess of your man
the bird gave your number don’t be mad at her we had to have her tied up like a wrangler

[verse 2]
you rappers chat a lot of fake sh-t that i won’t [?]
convince yourself that you’ve crossed guards like kylo ren the dab lord
got your moss up he off the f-cking shots
pinkie took the brain and got the seed inside a rotten box
you stay concealed think you call the shots
too busy making major moves or bless your cotton socks
i’m making real head bangers get your noggin rock when darko does a little off the top b-tch
mazeltoff cause you could never hold a candle next to johnny storm
you claim to pack the heater good i like to keep the bodies warm
who make them humans go back and switch up the game plan
you came but still was [?] like he’s rain man
johnny be good sound in silence spectacle i am the f-cking future i’m just ahead of my schedule
i’m not concerned about these rappers taking trade shots
i blaze crops with my girls dtro like grey fox
fifty shade fine girls thinking they love it kinky
til they wake up naked in the bath with their kidneys took
your wifey did the time to pick the kiddies up
i’m the [?] to tell you got the horse man i [?] kiddy up

[verse 3]
it’s the mafio selling c-ke and oyster c-cktails and [?] on the wanted poster flow
lock and load and the glock is holstered
and it’s over when the car bomb explodes and blows
the raps cries for them highly vulgar
i block mines [?] boy career been on the ruin as long as whitey [?]
all god almighty hunger
and i’m not fazed but all these slimey f-ckers trying to join me
under and destroy my culture
got an infinite force all these rappers play games but they’re not legitimate sports court
they hate that i’m from the north sort so all these f-ckers want to see me stab them
with a [?] sort
to spit on my grave sh-t on my name twenty four seven [?] and sixty for day
yippe kaye you get lost the party’s over
rappers try to beat me would need a pep talk from [?]
treat these rappers like an angry lover
cause this rap has got me touring the planet like a [?] solider
so tell your dame to blow me when she claim to know me
i’m used to [?] for the beat
rip to david bowie

- rob kelly lyrics

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