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russell! - backwood espresso lyrics

[intro]
ballin’ out the frame
trap house jumpin’
kyle, you made that?

[verse]
trap house jumpin’, we be ballin’ out the frame
i just copped an ounce, i’m ’bout to smoke it all the way
i just copped a crib, your girlfriend got a place to stay
you can’t hate the player, boy you gotta hate the, gotta hate the
whole crew winnin’, i don’t got no hang arounds
call my dudes for trouble, i don’t gotta bang around
f-ck boy wanna fight me, size ’em up and break him down
heard some little f-ckers stole my style and my sound
in the morning, i be yawnin’, with another rapper’s shorty
cup of coffee, she just told me that you’re boring
i know you got money, but it doesn’t hide the fact that you still f-cking corny
think she gone missing but she by my place
up in morimoto, b-tterfly that steak
hourgl-ss body, can’t deny that shape
if she stayin’ over she gon’ ride back late
blunts in la, smoking on a beach
she gon’ f-ck around and get too high on me
you’ve been working out to get fly for me
old school, nelly, won’t you ride with me? yeah
sunshine, i be getting money ’til midnight
love the sh-t you rock, but what your skin like?
skating through this life like i’m on thin ice
my woadie rolled a couple of blunts
i’m ’bout to sit there and face it
think you with a lame, you must’ve got me mistaken
she could be a model, where the f-ck is her agent?
we getting money now baby, f-ck being patient
when i’m around the drinks keep pouring, while your b-tch go low
i just f-cked around and did this sh-t solo
every place i travel boy, your b-tch gon’ go
backwood with my latte, i’ma sip, i’ma smoke

- russell lyrics

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