Russ Millions – 6:30 Lyrics

Russ Millions 6 30 Mp3 download
Russ Millions 6 30 Mp3 download

Russ Millions 6:30 Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, Jaygo)
Bullet, shatai
(Shh)

[Chorus]
Ay, Bun’, who’s that? Pree that
That’s [?] bro, pass me the wap
Fuck that, I might blow out your girlfriend’s back
Only got one eye, you don’t wanna lose that
Keep-keep running your mouth, you’re borin’
Bros might run in your house, keep talkin’
Slap one out the zig, no warning
Spaceship, hear my engine roarin’ (Shatai)
Fuck six girl in a month, I’m whorin’
6:30, make her touch the floor (Woo)
Play dirty, ‘course I hit that raw (Woo)
I fucked her good, now, she want some more (Woo)
Platinum plaques, but I still want more
Three top tens, but I soon have four
We don’t care what you done before
Chat, them man chat “I don’t want war”

[Verse]
High knee, who’s that? Hit him up
Two pack, sticky like blue tab, make her man move back
Drop that, bareback, pullin’ hеr hair back
Pum-pum, was top, but the head was whack
Wum-wum, back-back, make thе opps share that
Chat, can not attack, [?] girl get fuck in the-
Pum-pum fat, Russ mash up her nyash
She said “Russ, I want you, I’m ready”
Killy milly, up in her belly
Keisha & Becky, shorty a wetty
Steppin’ out heavy, multiple Skelly
One eye close, I’m holdin’ it steady
That got fatal, order machete
They can’t ride my power on that empty
They get bad up, them man can’t test me
Yo bro, we’re after them
Any way we see them it’s run for them
Already hit that once, might clart again
Already got smash hits, might chart again
Reverse, park the Benz, bend your back, ask again
They know I’m on top and it’s hard for them
Tryna come for my ting, I just laugh at them

[Chorus]
Yo, Ski, who’s that? Pree that
I think it’s [?], swear, pass me the wap
Fuck that, I might blow out your girlfriend’s back
Only got one eye, you don’t wanna lose that
Keep-keep running your mouth, you’re borin’
Bros might run in your house, keep talkin’
Slap one out the zig, no warnin’
Spaceship, hear my engine roarin’ (Shatai)
Fuck six girl in a month, I’m whorin’ (Saint)
6:30, make her touch the floor (Woo)
Play dirty, ‘course I hit that raw (Woo)
I fucked her good, now, she want some more (Woo)
Platinum plaques, but I still want more
Three top tens, but I soon have four
We don’t care what you done before
Chat, them man chat “I don’t want war”

[Outro]
6:30, make her touch the floor
6:30, make her touch the floor
6:30, make her touch the floor
6:30, make her touch the floor

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