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cramp twins 2.0 - russ millions & buni lyrics

[intro: russ millions]
jamma beats
i love mr w.o.t entertainment
cruda
it’s a suicide
don’t make tracks, come ride
locked for an m and died
buck russ and you will get fried

[verse 1: russ millions]
h*lla’ man tweakin’ (b*tch)
aston, aiden and gabriel (b*tches)
ayy, b gang left that fatal (woo)
you can’t run russ down, you’re not able (never)
ask trey what happened off mapel
i cheffed you, are you mad? (d*ckhead)
aiden cut, your’ cousin got stabbed (stamina)
concerning thing i’m serving your’ dad
purchase waps then reload them packs (pack)
general, veteran (don)
i own this skeng, did i mention? (my one)
no doubts, full trust in my bredrins (gang)
young thug, stay close to my bredrin (got it)
just chat like gyal for attention (b*tches)
i’ve done [?] man search for your’ members (where they at?)
done [?] man search for your’ members (‘been there)
who get cheffed in the 12 times 3? (dunno’)
who got stabbed in the head by me? (skeng)
who got left on the curb by c?
all of these things got done by the g*s (splash)
[hook: russ millions]
it’s a suicide (ayy)
don’t make tracks, come ride (come)
locked for an m and died (kway)
buck russ and you will get fried (bow)

[verse 2: russ millions]
adnan, he already got shh (ching)
and, sh*llz just wanted a cab
try smoke them but the thing did jam (bow)
man got bored but you’re screamin’ “gang” (ching)
anything b get splashed, pack up
ding*dong thing with scamma
[?], chest and back get grab up
dagger, man gun lean, don’t stagger, stagger (stagger)
twin bell lookin’ ments, matching skengs, that’s me and my bro (twinnin’)
step ’round there on volts, where’s these blokes? unzip coats (where they at?)
creep on your’ gaf’, bro, through the window, tip*toe (boom it)
lol, that’s jokes, anyway, let me just switch this flow (switch it)
brownin’ peng with the cutest toes
she hates this sh*t, cuz’ i’m too involved
coats stay hot but the streets are cold
stack them racks ’till my stack can’t fold (racks)

[hook: russ millions]
it’s a suicide (ayy)
don’t make tracks, come ride (come)
locked for an m and died (kway)
buck russ and you will get fried (bow)
[verse 3: buni]
h*llo, hi, my name is buni (h*llo)
and i’m on a whole load of f*ckery (mhmm)
two green sh*lls in the dotty (big one)
they get leggy, get dusty (dusty)
corn for the big dogs, olympic ching for the puppies (ching him)
i said corn for the big dogs, olympic ching for the puppies (ching him)
march on blocks trynna’ search for k!lls (lurky)
formations, score points with sk!lls (mad)
grab, stab, big man don’t squeal
only time i run is from the old bill (argh)
let’s keep it real
ain’t none of them touched me with steel (no*one)
splash, spill, blood spill
spill, spill, easy k!ll
addin a k gone mad or what? (huh?)
way too gassed too crud like russ (cruda)
do it like bigz, spin blocks
mash up the pum*pum, hold that one (one)
mash up the opps, k up the opps
way too chatty, some b*tchboy thots (b*tches)
talk to the cops, what a loss
baby snitched on his mate like soft (b*tchboy)
step ’round there and there for fun
see me in the fresh, rude boy don’t run
ching neck, back, chest or tum
cheffed in the tum, survived this one (ching*ching)
yuck, yuck, sorry mum (my bad)
that’s a next mum, burying her son
yuck, yuck, sorry mum (my bad)
that’s a next mum, burying her son
[outro: russ millions & buni]
jamma beats
twin bell lookin’ ments, matching skengs, that’s me and my bro
step ’round there on volts, where’s these blokes? unzip coats
two green sh*lls in the dotty
they get leggy, get dusty
corn for the big dogs, olympic ching for the puppies

- russ millions buni lyrics

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