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russ millions x buni x fumez the engineer - plugged in - russ millions & buni lyrics

part 1

[intro: russ]
done know, russ millions
i’m back
gotcha
plugged in with fumez
know we had to give you suttin’ special
my bro buni
shotta
hehehe
let’s go

[verse: russ]
pull up in a party with my chargie
no paparazzi, i’m with my army
like kamikaze i’m a yardie
cah my hair’s coolie she thinks i’m mali
up front like vardy, shoot at the crowd
hide your barbie
badman don’t suck punani
man suck them br**sts and mek her h*rny
need to hit that one more time
old ting but the pum pum’s mine
i’m with wayne now she thinks i’m 9
that’s my k!lly, bro, my slime
spin the block, yo take that right
stretch my arm and let one fly
back my ting, rudeboi don’t hide
copper lead clip filled with bine
k!lly with a millie get busy
she wan’ get friggy ‘pon w*lly get giddy
real badman, can’t tek me for billy
ya see me, kilikilikilikeh habibti
for the culture like trick and lippy
do my dance like shiggy
show my gun lean now she wan’ get friggy
shorty said “russ you’re way too litty”
and let me keep it real, tell me who else went plat off drill
love a browning like zeze millz
takin’ my shot, go straight for the k!ll
unless it make sense can’t sign no deal
don’t get your head back peeled
operate the ting with sk!ll
pull up on me and you might get drilled
but, i never worked in retail
got like a hundred bookings in my email
amiri jeans, yeah she love the detail
run them down and i love their females
gassed, gassed up like petrol
real bad man from the ghetto
hear the sound of that echo
bullet blow out your marrow
r*u*double s
north gyal’s pum pum’s the best
10/10, uck’s excellent
yeng yeng, man creep and kweng
make your car dash like ‘shian
war ready like talibans
in the field like afghanistan
808 kick like jackie chan
[outro]
fumez the engineer

part 2

[verse 1: buni]
bl!ck that bl!ck that
buni wan’ bl!ck that
gunshot f*ck up your six pack (bl!ck that)
swing that, ying that, keep don’t bin that
sh*t get hot when i ping that (ping)
zing that, zing that, bro*bro spin that
we ain’t tryna hear ’bout get backs (never)
tek that tek that he couldn’t tek that
i should’ve just digged out his head back (dig it)

[verse 2: russ]
spliff in my mouth (bill it)
gun on my hip (bullet)
one in the clip (shotta)
i might dior your chick
clocked her gram and she liked my pic
cutest face and she nice and thick
that’s your bm, she’s in my dms
can’t take man for a punk like cm
[verse 3: buni]
numerous man got ripped
sh*t, next time get bun in your wig
he nearly got bun in his wig
p*ssed, bare man just runnin’ and sh*t (dashing)
badman ain’t havin’ that sh*t
when we see one of dem i’m lettin’ it rip (rip it)
there ain’t no settlin’ this
i’m ott when i step in with this

[verse 4: russ]
generators and shanks, love my fam
gyal, i mek bands
baby drive the boat with no hands
she love my dance, she said i’m lit
i like the way she’s moving her hips
control her two hands on her *
if she a bad b*tch give her this d*ck
tik tok tik whinin’ on it

[verse 5: buni]
two skengs, two man on a glide
wave that dot*dots side to side (bang)
i don’t wanna hear about the other side
cah the other side don’t come outside (they don’t)
the last time that they came outside
one got cheffed and left outside
real bad man, gyal feel my vibe
when i stretch my arm that’s a crucify (bang)
[verse 6: russ]
tekky, your mandem ready
shoot man’s head or ching man’s belly (bullet)
big batty, big batty shake like jelly
i’m too gassed up, gassed up like petty (bullet)
really out here for the readies
but if they wan’ smoke come armed and ready (shotta)
two hands on a skeng, steady (shotta)
aim up high, i don’t want no leggy

[verse 7: buni]
been hearin’ my name a lot
it’s all fun and games ’til my loadout drops
don’t slip or you’re holdin’ shots
if you hang with them then you’re holdin’ shots (boy)
man bully up any man’s block
rock with the dots, turn any man off
badman turned many man off
two yellow cards gon’ send a man off (gone)

[verse 8: russ]
man a real skeng man
ead not good man a real madman (madman, madman)
real life stepper
ring ding ding get the pum pum wetter
skin get bun
gonna do russ, tell the paigons come (come,c ome)
this sh*t’s fun
sloppy top, two b*lls on her tongue (bad)
all the girls in the world man love them
but if they f*ck with opps then f*ck them (f*ck them)
pumpin’, man stay round winners and gunmen (bang)
poke them because i done them
like big tits but i prefer the bumdem (shake it, shake it)
come shake your booty for russ then (shake it, shake it)
shake your booty for russian

[outro]
fumez the engineer

- russ millions buni lyrics

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