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russ millions - behind barz lyrics

[intro]
(jamma beats)

[russ]
push my dot+dot in your chest
don’t get splashed off with that vest
from like 06’ i been ments’
man try cut tru’ and got drenched
rush with the russ, step with the heat
man keep f+ck off weapons on me
we just smack and splash up them neeks
they talk bad on the phone, then skeet
we got h+lla’ corn on repeat
prats get got and left on the street
vegetarians, ain’t on beef
rise barbarians, i grim reap
been to your block, man tour
spot a opp boy on sight, it’s war
bloodclart back out my rahted sword
ching man down til’ i see blood leak
in jail spin off a big mans jaw
big russ can’t be on war with neeks
how many times have i kicked that door?
ain’t on ridin’, them man just speak
like man don’t talk, man bang on the hammer
bang on the opps so the [?] man know who we are
shave it down, it’s too long
got nuff gun smoke in my palm
man back it out and they’re gone
[?] way too chatty like mon
she suck my joints off like lord
man f+ck her, oh we go hard
light come peng
ten come like [?]
dark come peng like shh, i’m like mad
like man get s+s+splashed up like b+tch
ain’t dropped nuttin’, you man look
face look dead but the fully look thick
facetime to her bloodclart in a bit
hop out and splash, i ain’t parkin’ the whip
man gun lean when i walk with the ting
free all the guys, free my dargs in the bin
can’t talk packs when your mates get chinged
[taze]
intestines and belly’s
don’t you know big whoosh messy
can’t talk, i live pon telly
sale sites dangerous, don’t bring celly
this beef might be petty but bumbaclart i’m so ready
nine look peng like jenny.co
bumbaclart it at any
charge in the place, i don’t care bout mums
dot+dot wave, move mummy, hit son
dads a pr+ck, he ain’t gonna do none
violate, i do it for fun
say you’re gonna ride on who? da
you’re gonna need a shoot+ah
you can’t chat my work, no
did it on the one+two scoot+ah
did it on foot, did it on pedals
give no f+cks, man i did it in rentals
this beef i got cannot settle
cause’ i wooshed him down and i meant to
i think i’m hulk, creep in crowd, i think i’m stoke
i got my tool, you got your tool
now your friends wanna know why the f+ck you got soaked
rap bout man but i had you on ropes
your man chats me, i don’t even care
it’s only true say you did take this pole
your mans gonna die, i ain’t givin’ you hope
why does he provoke?
i don’t know you, i don’t now you
won’t reply to this bloke
ding+dong whiz, then skid round on volts

- russ millions lyrics

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