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russell! – that guacomole lyrics

fresh up out my moms vag, new ring on, lebron swag
teachers told me i was dumb, i’d have an odd future no golf w-ng
they all up on my case, i swear the case was closed for-a-long-time
k!llin’ em, stealing hearts, huge dude, committing small crimes
lyrics crazy, appearence maybe, protection on-i got a fear for babies
grabbed the freaking game and danced dirty, im so weirdly swayze
50 bucks is my networth, 100 songs, i k!lled that
still-tryna-get-my-mill-stacked, got a duck face, but no real quack

the-realest-up-in-it-the-public-will-know
i’ve-been-k!llin-the-rhythem-untouch-a-ble-flow
i-be-all-in-her-bed-ted-dy-rux-pin-the-flow
got-the-rap-pers-all-scared-like-i-summoned-a-ghost

try to find a better ch-nky weirdo in the burbs
that can flow-a-little-better-than-the-kid-that-you-be-hearin’
..i-know-the-people-arent-really-fearin-my-appearance
but im silly with the flow, really im a pro

got a macbook, full of naked chicks
black, white, brown, and asian chicks
cele-britys, your favorite chicks
even-the-girls-that-you-go and study majors with
and no my dude, i-ain’t stanky rich
i don’t needa care bout your visa fare
i’m a sp-ce-bound guy, i don’t need your air
i got the swag of 2chainz with some bieber hair
give em one slap, one slap
my girl thicker than a mexicano mustache
sharper than a needle or a thumbtack
and got these ol’ heads wondering like “whats that”

i’m skrillex, with ch-nky eyes, yo girl call me mister pride
5’6, a little guy, they tried to k!ll me, i’m still alive
i’m so cold boy just watch me, i’m dope so, yeah i’m c-cky
tryna tell me i ain’t sick-is like saying yolo to a zombie

i just walked in looking like i just got fired from my job
scuffed up reeboks with a tank-top got your wifey on my rod
they say prizzy you ain’t broke, you be lyin’ cause you not
man i got 20-cents in my checking boooy, get right up off my kn-b

made a job off what i day-dreamed bout in high-school, it-came-to-life
rappers sending shots? (shots), sorry bro you’re not aiming-right

shaq ballin’ i’m bad at free throws, throwing money like dan marino
showin’ up to these huge meetings all half asleep, with a bag of cheetos
they tell me i ain’t hip-hop, h-ll yeah i ain’t hip-hop
that’s why i got like 90k on my mix-tape and yo ish flopped-
sick and please set the scale, rippin’ frees, never fail
if you ain’t here smi-lin’, lose your virginity to a whale
man shout outs to all my fans, you dun held me down
never thought i’d get like-this-much-love-from somewhere outta town

i be
still on the grind-even-though-i-went-pop
and-i-still-got-these-old-er-girls-all-on-my-kn-b
you-keep-sayin’-i’m-main-stream-i-dont-real-ly-care
got-my-mid-le-finger-gone-all up in the air

- russell lyrics

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