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russ millions - 6:30 (remix) lyrics

[intro: russ millions, nito nb, doroad, loski]
6:30, make her touch the floor
he ain’t really with the guys, he ain’t really with the sh+t
6:30, make her touch the floor
i’m with my k!lly, and i’m tryna make a milly with him
6:30, make her touch the floor
how you hit six gyal in a month?
6:30, make her touch the floor

[chorus: russ millions]
ay, bun’, who’s that? pree that
that’s shak, bro, pass me the wap (woi+woi+woi)
f+ck that, i might blow out your girlfriend’s back
only got one eye, you don’t wanna lose that (lose that)
keep+keep running your mouth, you’re borin’
rose might run in your house, keep talkin’
slap one out the zig, no warnin’ (ooh)
sp+ceship, hear my engine roarin’ (shatai)
f+ck six gyal in a month, i’m whorin’ (saint)
6:30, make her touch the floor (woo)
play dirty, ‘course i hit that raw (woo)
i f+cked her good, now, shе want some more (woo)
platinum plaques, but i still want morе
three top tens, but i soon have four (soon four)
don’t care what you done before
chat, them man chat “i don’t want war” (saint)
[verse 1: nito nb]
we ain’t gonna lie about the drills, get done (don’t do it)
put a thingy in the whip, and we in and out quick
we ain’t really with the games, hold two
r2, or i’m pressing r3 on the +n+logue stick
he ain’t really with the guys, he ain’t really with the sh+t
never bring him on a ride ‘cah the donny be a b+tch
could of did it in the ride, could have had it on my hip
could have had it in the 5, could have had it in the 6
we can do this bait in the night or day
better leave no trace ‘cah i’m seeing man stretched it
part of the fit is the ppe, but it’s nothing to wait
we ain’t playin’ no fencin’
many act up, say they came up rough
how they had life hard? how they came from the trenches?
still i’m about, and i’m dissin’ your boss
like something get rich
50 cent and majestic

[verse 2: doroad]
i got it live in the booth right now
just in case i see an opp, and i might have to slap him (boy)
n+ggas know how we feel ’bout taping strips
so the sa’s taped up clapham
we taped up wano, we taped up uptop
we taped up rose and done with a mad ting
me and fizz went ’round there late night
we was vampin’, l!cked corn, everyone plankin’
i’m with my k!lly, and i’m tryna make a milly with him
give my young boy the thing and move silly with it
calm, composure, i’m not didgy with it
bicarb soda, i make lizzy with it
heard that he talk wass, and he ain’t really with it
i’m known for seeing the target and hittin’ it
firearm specialist, your mash broken
add six in the— (ah, ah, shh)
[chorus: russ millions]
ay, bun’, who’s that? pree that
that’s shak, bro, pass me the wap (woi+woi+woi)
f+ck that, i might blow out your girlfriend’s back
only got one eye, you don’t wanna lose that (lose that)
keep+keep running your mouth, you’re borin’
rose might run in your house, keep talkin’
slap one out the zig, no warnin’ (ooh)
sp+ceship, hear my engine roarin’ (shatai)
f+ck six gyal in a month, i’m whorin’ (saint)
6:30, make her touch the floor (woo)
play dirty, ‘course i hit that raw (woo)
i f+cked her good, now, she want some more (woo)
platinum plaques, but i still want more
three top tens, but i soon have four (soon four)
don’t care what you done before
chat, them man chat “i don’t want war” (saint)

[verse 3: loski, russ millions]
if i lie, tek my eye (tek one)
let me just eat my burger (mm+mm)
head to sky (ha), i’m a bad man with loads of bine (glee)
ask the other side how i swing my knife (glee)
dot+dot long, trim to size (muh)
bend it up, lift it up (bend it)
grip her throat, hit behind (mm+mm)
ay, russ, how you hit six gyal in a month? borin’ (borin’)
i done tate savannah, keeley, amina, all in a week, tourin’ (ha)
love lightskin and the brownin’ skin (leng+leng)
cut my hair, got the f+ckboy trim (leng+leng)
told mya mills that i ain’t trollin’ (mm+mm)
when we see them, gotta make that swim (bullet, shatai)
[verse 4: russ millions]
we see them, gotta let that ping (ping)
throwback thursday, give olympic ching
throw it back, baby, grab her hair, slide in
(6:30, make her touch the floor)
6:30, make her touch her toes
play dirty then i wipe my nose
big business, 80 racks for shows
big russ can’t take no bad up (woo)
i’m a bad boy, but your girlfriend’s badder (woo, woo)
i f+ck ’nuff gyal, got gyal like shabba (shabba)
she knows my songs, i been makin’ bangers (bangers)
she gets gassed when my neck’s on froze (froze)
k!lly with a milly, pull up with buni and rose (woo)
take a break, start again (woo)
tryna light man’s head like i sparked a blem (ski, ski)

[chorus: russ millions]
yo, ski, who’s that? pree that (ski+ski, pree that)
(pree that, woi+woi+woi)
i think it’s stompz, swear, pass me the wap (bullet)
f+ck that, i might blow out your girlfriend’s back
only got one eye, you don’t wanna lose that (lose that)
keep+keep running your mouth, you’re borin’
rose might run in your house, keep talkin’
slap one out the zig, no warnin’ (ooh)
sp+ceship, hear my engine roarin’ (shatai)
f+ck six gyal in a month, i’m whorin’ (saint)
6:30, make her touch the floor (woo)
play dirty, ‘course i hit that raw (woo)
i f+cked her good, now, she want some more (woo)
platinum plaques, but i still want more
three top tens, but i soon have four (soon four)
don’t care what you done before
chat, them man chat “i don’t want war” (saint)

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