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t-wayne - fuck russ lyrics

[intro]
cam taylor on that beat
yeah, foreign, foreign, foreign

[verse 1]
i told ’em, f-ck russ
you ain’t sh-t
you a b-tch
diamond wrist, peep the drip
water whip, plain jane, new mulsanne
shorty wanna give me brain, cuz the fame (yea, yea)
i’m coming live and direct
i got you n-ggas upset
hoping out the private jet, got your b-tch wet
snake on my belt, lookin like a new pet
cut my ex off, need a new thang
copped a new chain and a pinky ring
southwest airline, that’s a plain jane
i just dropped a bag and the blue flame

[chorus]
i want the new ferrari
i want the plain jane
i want the presidential rollie
she want the whole gang (gang, gang)
she a little freak she’ll bust it
diamonds real cold like russia
told lil b-tch don’t touch it
young, rich, came up from nothing
i want the new ferrari
i want the plain jane
i want the presidential rollie
she want the whole gang (gang, gang)
she a little freak she’ll bust it
diamonds real cold like russia
told lil b-tch don’t touch it
young, rich, came up from nothing

[verse 2]
i’m hoppin off of a jet
i’m on a run for a check
i gotta flex
i put your b-tch in a vette
runnin up plays like i’m brett
i got her wet
i got my gun like a sketch
keep that b-tch i ain’t impressed
don’t give a d-mn bout my ex
f-ck on her friend and i jet
i want patek phillipe
i got my choppa on me
i f-ck around in the suite
i be feelin like skreets, b-tch i be geeked
light up the sweet in a suite
i be ridin’ a foreign
you know the engine be roarin’
i’m outta sp-ce like the orbit
the whip gotta horsey
you would think it was ralph lauren
i’m on the track like jeff gordon, yea

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