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splash out 5 - russ millions lyrics

[intro * mr wot]
crud
muadd

[verse]
my man, looks like he ain’t got a tenner
told me that i f*cked her better
we do homework, then i apply that pressure
spin, spin, like david guetta
hot gyal, hot like jamaican weather
i made that, fill up the mash with pepper
my new gyal, got my old ting jelaous
spin, spin, like david guetta
i need that, deagle, eagle, desert
send man h*ll, cause they can’t go heaven
the cops and opps, tryna block blessings
the kids on bail, but i stop like seven
i don’t take l’s, i’m learning lessons
fill up the ride with weapons
eedyat, in due time will*
in*in*in due time will get us
never [?], a girls been [?]
she can’t get f*cked, cause she tax too much
[?] told her that’s the rampage shot
gun*gun man, made her panties drop
it was dread lock, we done to*
*and the*got what?
and splash made them run in shops
(and splash made them run in*)
they know that russian don’t play
i’m getting payed, having my way
chocolate boy, the girls wanna taste
s*x rated, bust man nut in her face
carti’s, ap’s, look at the face, this patek cost like 100k
i payed 40, for my day*day, and i spent 300k on my chain
man pull up in rangers, mercs, on beemers
i like all old shot, guns or spinners
be a new man, [?]
chosen one, born as a winner
irrelevant, they need medicine
too delicate, my ting seperate
in*in my element, gyal take elephant, bedroom specalist
yo, time to ridge in, you know russ, with the russian different
had your girl, in mad positions
once i hit that, once i’m missing
ever set foot, when gun man reach (bow)
dirty know skins get beat
done*done man alone, let gyal get weak
struggle money in my head, go get a bread back
got a range on a exit, with a big bat
if coom get’s flung, then the k!llys did that
every ting get f*cked, call dispatch
russ can’t take no batter
i’m a bad boy, but your girlfriend’s badder
i f*ck enough gyal, got gyal like shabba
she knows my songs, i’ve been making bangers
step outside with a hundred k!llys
yeah, you know i got my shooters with me
she fell in love with the uk guys, skimmed a few time
but the bit chain mine
i’m wooly, but might get slimed
woogie mans girl, mash up her life
high, fly as a kite
free kick, gyal*gyal, walk in the night

- russ millions lyrics

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