| Yo, come get your plaque
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| Ay, Tefo made this one
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| Ay, Tefo made this one
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| Crud (Woosh, woosh)
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| Ay, Tefo made this one
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| Mad (Woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)
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| I’ve been getting busy
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| She said Russ, you’re way to litty, committee (Litty, litty)
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| Man get lizzy, killy (Killy, killy), do my dance like Shiggy, yuh see me
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| Dance for the war with Jimmy (Jimmy)
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| The west gyal love get freaky (Freaky, freaky)
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| One gunlean and she start act silly (Silly, silly)
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| Can’t get love just suck this willy (Willy, willy)
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| So moist, I can’t describe him
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| Fuck boxing, I ain’t on no fightin' (Ching him up)
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| Long sword come like a Viking
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| Back this out then shove it inside him
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| (Dip him)
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| 'Course the mandem’s ridin'
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| Penge or West but I still can’t find him
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| You know I might put him on demon timing
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| Kings hide him, but I see him trident (
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| Why the fuck you pussy
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| Lyin', lyin', this can’t end while the beef is fryin'
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| Half of the girls you’re pipin' are lyin' (Dutty boy)
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| Check the girls you’re pipin' (Dutty boy)
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| Likkle man can’t hack this
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| Poor man sleeps on a single mattress (Facts)
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| It’s so embarrassing
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| I don’t even know how this yute’s still managin' (How?)
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| For 'bout four years straight I carried him (Facts)
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| Want clout so you start rap battlin' (Pussy)
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| My words are damaging
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| Can’t find hits so we call him Madeline (Pussy)
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| Vampire come like Dracula (Woh)
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| Got bunned by shhh (Woh), free Stamina
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| I back this wap, high calibre
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| You’re still my son, I’m not mad at ya
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| Got smacked by slaughter
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| When I brucked him he left his daughter (Woh)
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| Smacked by body, smacked by silly
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| He was victim in Deptford Green
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| (Pussy)
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| Without me you can’t get no deals (Facts)
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| Fiveside diamonds, that’s those grills
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| Chat that shit, this yute’s some comedy
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| In Belmarsh you was ridin' voluntary (True)
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| No apologies
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| Anything I do they copy me
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| Unruly, nobody ain’t stoppin' me
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| Wanna be me, felt enough animosity
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| Run your mouth for a better clout
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| What the fuck is he talkin' 'bout
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| Get the drop and I’ll sort him out
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| On lockdown now he’s talkin' wild
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| Move like me, they’re all learnin' now
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| Pull up on me, bring burners out
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| Suck your mummy, lil' reject child
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| Buss your gun and start speakin' out (Bullet)
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| Russ, Russ, Russ, Russ
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| Russ, Russ, Russ, Russ
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| Run your mouth for a better clout
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| What the fuck is he talkin' 'bout
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| Get the drop and I’ll sort him out
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| On lockdown now he’s talkin' wild
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| Move like me, they’re all learnin' now
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| Pull up on me, bring burners out
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| Suck your mum you lil' reject child
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| Buss your gun and start speakin' out (Bullet, pussy)
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| Vampire come like Dracula
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| Got bun by shhh, free Stamina
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| I back this wap, high calibre
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| You’re still my son, I’m not mad at ya
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| Vampire come like Dracula
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| Got bun by shhh, free Stamina
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| I back this wap, high calibre
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| You’re still my son, I’m not mad at ya |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Son, artist - Russ Millions. Album song My Son: The EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп