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russian cream - surf lyrics

[intro]
ayo, ian (ayo, ian)

[chorus]
i just rolled me up a big bag with russian cream (yeah, yeah)
she gon’ try to leave me but she can’t ’cause she stuck to me (woah)
girl, you gotta treat me right (yeah, uh*huh)
god don’t like ugly (yeah)
i’ll die for my respect, my vibe’s under custody (yeah)
i’m a real big bag getter, that’s why i feel like dad, n*gga (ooh, ooh)
she used to rockin’ hand*me downs, i turned her to a tag*ripper (yeah, yeah)
i had to boss myself up, i cannot be no sad n*gga (yeah, yeah)
i cannot go out bad, n*gga, i’m better than your last n*gga (yeah)

[verse 1]
i’m in east atlanta, baby girl, i am a trap n*gga (okay)
i know you used to whack n*ggas, i promise this ain’t that, n*gga (wow, wow)
i’m gettin’ bread with the gang, i never been a rat, boy (uh*uh)
all i smoke is cookie, i ain’t ever been no fat boy (uh*uh)
gotta keep it a1 like the letter on my hat, boy (yeah)
he talkin’ like he big and bad, make him quit the cap, boy (wow)
i know these n*ggas envy me, i’m feeling like i’m calboy (wow)
my pistol on my side, i be walking like a cowboy (wow)
i got you now, i don’t care who got you next (no way)
had to go to lax, took a flight to see my ex (ha)
i been sippin’ on this henny, put some hair on top my chest (ha)
i been working every second of the day, no time to rest, yeah (ha)
[chorus]
i just rolled me up a big bag with russian cream
she gon’ try to leave me but she can’t ’cause she stuck to me (stuck to me)
girl, you gotta treat me right (yeah)
god don’t like ugly (ugly)
i’ll die for my respect, my vibe’s under custody (yeah, yeah)
i’m a real big bag getter, that’s why i feel like dad, n*gga (ooh, ooh)
she used to rockin’ hand*me downs, i turned her to a tag*ripper (oh, oh)
i had to boss myself up, i cannot be no sad n*gga (oh, oh)
i cannot go out bad, n*gga, i’m better than your last n*gga (oh)

[verse 2]
i just put a three*five of the cookie in the russian cream
shawty wanna cuff on me, i told her that she rushin’ me (nah)
i knew she was the one for me, yeah, she got on céline (okay)
i should buy a limousine (wow), i know i been livin’ clean (yeah, yeah)
shawty wanna be like me, i call that girl my mini me (uh*huh)
star of david on my neck, i feel like i was mr. t (yeah)
i might put some holes inside his body like he missing t**th (okay)
she be talkin’ like she hate me, on the low, she missin’ me (yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
i just rolled me up a big bag with russian cream (a big bag with)
she gon’ try to leave me but she can’t ’cause she stuck to me (yeah)
girl, you gotta treat me right (yeah)
god don’t like ugly (yeah)
i’ll die for my respect, my vibe’s under custody (custody)
i’m a real big bag getter (bag getter), that’s why i feel like dad, n*gga (ooh, ooh)
she used to rockin’ hand*me downs, i turned her to a tag*ripper (oh, oh)
i had to boss myself up, i cannot be no sad n*gga (oh, oh)
i cannot go out bad, n*gga, i’m better than your last n*gga (oh)

- surf lyrics

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