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russ - kanye west lyrics

[intro: russ]
d-mn
yeah
it’s crazy
imma’ show y’all how to rob
but foreal
what up kanye?
or should i scream?
you know i had to put you on here
and you know it had to be this beat

[hook: russ]
i don’t give a f-ck what these hoes don’t like
i don’t give a f-ck what these dudes don’t like
i don’t give a f-ck what you don’t like
i can still be a celebrity overnight
i can drive cars that you wanna’ ride
i can f-ck b-tches that you wanna wife
but f-ck that sh-t, cause it’s not real life
and neither is being a celebrity, overnight

[verse 1: russ]
yeah, knocking on hip-hops door like jehovah
russ on a kanye beat like hova
and i’m taking ova’
heart to the uzi
double dollar sign, shoot truth like a movie
blah blah blah, blah blah
y’all bark too much, bow wow wow wow
now i don’t feel you bite, y’all
get hot and flop in the same d-mn night
it’s cool being on mtv
but when you gonna’ let me on bet
got labels in nyc
got dimes in la like cp3
when i fly to la
get high in la
know a couple chicks when i’m in la
paparazzi won’t stop, stop, stop
all the cameras go pop, pop, pop
i found me and got lost in a big dream
lost you and tryna’ find you on a big screen
now it’s label offers
money on the table, in the label office
but it’s ’bout d-mn time
it’s been ten alb-ms, ’bout these hours
man, it’s been ten thousand
paparazzi won’t stop, stop, stop
all the cameras go pop, pop, pop

- russ lyrics

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