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russiani - local rapper freestyle lyrics

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[verse]
i go off can’t stop me, b-tch i’m strong like rocky
yke my posse, my nails done by m-ssy
young king, i stay clean
i painted balmain jeans
more swag in my plain clothes
i paint it, i stain clothes
uh, yeah
hold up n-gg- where you been
take two steps backwards cause you ain’t my kin
make room for them, tell her bring a friend
hazz b here, you know we get it in
drizzy in here, he might just f-ck your friend
hit up the crew, book a session for 10
i hit up myles and we get it in
y-yeah

[verse 2]
grew up quick, went to school i’m over it
f-ck it, i ain’t listening to no teacher fam
faith in god, a strong believer
but they finesse in church, i ain’t listening to no preacher fam
everybody keep bothering, mad cause his queen be topping me
ten thousand people follow me, motherf-cker leave me alone
dropped out a n-gg- tired from that wrist work
school ain’t hard, i’m tired and my wrist hurt
paint with my left, write with my right
godd-mn come and see how my wrist work
the hands worth millions, i’m a lover not a fighter
but it ain’t a thing to make these fist work
whyllin in this b-tch with my n-gg-s right
yke don’t make me go and get the guys
don’t make me go and get the guys!
paisan, mulignan
you want beef you could get the fries!
get it, they want beef they could get the fries
they want beef they could get the fries
take these punks out to five guys

[verse 3]
she got -ss for days, put a week on her
put me in a haze, i get weak on her
if she look good, put a minx on her
that’s my lil secret, i put pink on her
adios mio, muy frio, d-mn papi
russi know he got me, she can’t live without me
this my local rapper freestyle
naggers better greet me like ni-hao
whole life wanted to be like p, wow
kids saying that they wanna be me now
seven days and the tape done, real n-gg- but who ain’t one
all these women where they came from
beautiful like toushai paint them
yke and i taking all the thots
hit em with the automatic, they auto-thots
ain’t no chasing involved, we just take all the shots
pull up and when we roll out, look like auto bots
my crew vs your crew
who you? don’t know you
ain’t from here, we zoe you
that’s my bad iou
i’m hot i need me a thermometer
speeding two hundred kilometers
she wanna come, yeah that’s fine with us
she speechless like ha-ma-na-ha-ma-na

[outro]
lil mama bad, yeah
i’m finna bag, yeah
she from trinidad, yeah
she cuban my bad, d-mn
she loving my swag, yeah
she loving my dab, yeah
she loving my swag, yeah
she loving my dab, yeah



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