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gun lean (remix) - russ (uk) lyrics

[intro: mr wot]
gxtcha

[chorus: russ]
g-gun lean, man, gun lean (gun lean, g-gun lean)
gun lean on the beat as well
for everyone, boys and girls
fl!ck your shoulder, use them well
left, right, left, right (fl!ck it, fl!ck it, fl!ck it, fl!ck it)
left, right, left, right

[verse 1: russ]
gun lean remix (remix)
tek your time, don’t cat felix (tek time)
squeeze the mash like i squeeze t-ts (bow)
digga d, bro pyrex whip (whip)
not your average rental links (nah)
lamborghinis, golden whips
russ with the rush, gun lean with chip (gun lean)
left, right, near your girlfriend’s whip
like, haffi mek lady gaga
likkle man, i’m your father
in the flesh, ain’t on nada
free my bro, please get smarter (free man)
badman, don’t mad man, it’s long
jet li ting, man ching then chong (ching, ching)
who’s that peng browning? she’s tun (who’s that?)
come baby, come and ride this john

[verse 2 : taze]
jump out, grab him
sav too mad, don’t mad him
he bus’ a left, then a right, then a right and the feds on the left
man, i thought i just had him
active, don’t mad me, get tannin’
active, don’t mad me, get shot
live o like magnums and glocks
still do it like whoosh did
ride for your homies in the box
bishead lay off that chalice
run down, then baked in palace
and i don’t care what anyone says, babes
if you hold this stick, you’re the baddest
how many times have i done it on my ones?
two or three man see me step with guns
4-doors proper, see legs and bums
spin holds five so you seen man done

[chorus: russ]
gun lean, man, gun lean (gun lean, g-gun lean)
gun lean on the beat as well (ayy)
for everyone, boys and girls
fl!ck your shoulder, use them well
left, right, left, right (fl!ck it, fl!ck it, fl!ck it, fl!ck it)
left, right, left, right

[verse 3: ld]
call me godfather or dad (l)
gun lean on every opp block, that’s facts (facts)
still pull up with k or k, mental or trap, that’s cash or waps
it’s far from a joke when you see me in a big jacket, i’m nuttin’ like shaq (no)
black on black
me plus bro, that’s w-ss on w-ss (all of that, all of that, all of that)
hit chest then back
man lean with it (lean)
.44 hit his chest clean with it (clean)
i was in the trap, not carni
just like taze, no deals, straight creamin’ it
spot that, grab that, take that, what?
how you stunt on gang with a brand new watch? (man tek that)
when it comes to south london, ld’s got the top three spots (l)

[verse 4: digga d]
digga d, i’m a well-known bandit
bandit heard a new mash, just landed
jheez, cop it, chop it, sand it, hand it
the verbal ting, i can’t stand it
why you think two got tanned when i banged it? madting
got a conspiracy case in the silliest place
they’re saying that i planned it, d-mn it
back on the feltham landing
you ain’t been in the hood like robin
i ride in hoods tryna leave man red (cruddy)
the sweets are goldie
yola drops and locks, no dread (maud)
no porkies, pepper them pigs if they chase this ped
gyal tryna give man noddy
she ain’t got b-lls on her tongue, that’s dead

[chorus: russ]
gun lean, man, gun lean (gun lean, g-gun lean)
gun lean on the beat as well
for everyone, boys and girls
fl!ck your shoulder, use them well
left, right, left, right (fl!ck it, fl!ck it, fl!ck)
left, right, left, right

[verse 5: ms banks]
talking loads, they ain’t badder than me (nah)
they can never be ms b (yeah)
iced out chick in a addison lee (ooh)
your salary couldn’t cover my fee
from ’09, man, i’ve been on my grind (yeah)
now all my young g’s gotta shine (woo)
gotta see dad when i’m checking my time (ping)
that’s how you get a gun lean like mine
lucy-lucy, i sweeter than juicy-juicy
all the boys wan’ do me, do me (uh)
all my girls unruley, ruley (uh)
how you talking all that cr-p and ain’t gettin’ no pay?
run a girl down like my name was reneé
you don’t want it with i, i’m bad on my j’s
say my name, i’m on my way (yo)

[verse 6: lethal bizzle]
gun lean in a rolls royce, yeah, man a driver
p-ssenger seat, that’s my number one striker
you could be 18 yards
two-two guards
pap-pow, there’ll be no survivor
straight to the clearport, hop on the jet
go link 50, hop on the set
i keep it humble in these streets
take kindness for weakness, you will regret
new year, new you, that’s just w-ss
hype off views, that’s just gas
how you got less numbers in your bank than your social media? that’s just br-ss
every time i talk, my g, that’s cash
plain jane ap’s, yeah, that’s flash
you not tryna flex 18 years from when you first started? that’s just trash

- russ uk lyrics

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