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russell! - day one lyrics

[intro]
yea
real sh-t, real

[verse 1]
uh, small town kid with the biggest dreams
on a another level while these b-tches playing little league
t-ty boi mindset, you know we think it differently
did this from the bedroom to the industry
i was stayin up all night cookin, now the woman with me all p-rnstar lookin, they just talk under their breath cause i know y’all p-ssy, we just play it like the pros cause i know y’all rookies
added more sh-t onto my checklist, up all night until mcdonalds serving breakfast, couple years ago i really never would of guessed it, i be tearing all this sh-t up now your boys up next biiitch
ain’t gotta sugar coat this ambition, still focused we ain’t never had a plan missing, told wifey i’ma make it to the top, baby wait until i drop, you ‘gon really see your man [?]

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i got all my dogs with me
came up with my gs
day one, all these broads on me
and they be loving my team
day one, got my city with me
been reppin here for my streets
day one, baby follow my lead
my crew heavy, we deep

[hook]
day one
still with my, with my, day ones
been down, been down, since day one
still with my, with my, day ones
been down, been down, since day one
still with my, with my, day ones
been down, been down, since day one
still with my, with my, day ones
been down, been down, since

[verse 2]
same block boy on the same sh-t
same squad still tryna have the game lit
city love me but some other locals hate it
they just type it they don’t say it to my face on some fake sh-t
baby you know how my life go, brought my city to the world all on my own, 40 ounces, cheap cigs with some tight hoes, whole squad st–zin, b-tch pleasin with some tight clothes, we got everything they need, squad way high, we don’t even got the weed lit, they be stickin to the crew, adhesive, we just give it to the city when they need it, don’t slip, don’t trip, we the new stuff
town reppin, whole posse give the crew love, don’t be trippin, we gon blow they whole sh-t up, cause you know the boy stay with some true ones

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[outro – dj press play]
eh yo wait, holdup holdup holdup
it’s your boy dj press play, once again
first of all, shut the f-ck up, and that’s on god, okay?
ice coffee in hand, you hear that?
hide your kids, hide your wife, hide your turkeys, hide the whole d-mn crew, and your d-mn furniture
richvale summer
eh yo pryde, let me let vatty tell you whats up

- russell lyrics

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