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Russ Millions

My Son

 

My Son

(album: My Son: The EP - 2020)


Yo (my likkle gun drilla), come get your plaque
Ay, Tefo made this one
Ay, Tefo made this one
Crud (Woosh, woosh)
Ay, Tefo made this one
Mad (Woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)

I've been getting busy
She said Russ, you're way to litty, committee (Litty, litty)
Man get lizzy, killy (Killy, killy), do my dance like Shiggy, yuh see me
Dance for the war with Jimmy (Jimmy)
The west gyal love get freaky (Freaky, freaky)
One gunlean and she start act silly (Silly, silly)
Can't get love just suck this willy (Willy, willy)
So moist, I can't describe him
Fuck boxing, I ain't on no fighting (Ching him up)
Long sword come like a Viking
Back this out then shove it inside him (Dip him)
'Course the mandem's riding
Penge or West but I still can't find him
You know I might put him on demon timing
Kings hide him, but I see him trident (Why the fuck you pussy)
Lying, lying, this can't end while the beef is frying
Half of the girls you're piping are lying (Dutty boy)
Check the girls you're piping (Dutty boy)
Likkle man can't hack this
Poor man sleeps on a single mattress (Facts)
It's so embarrassing
I don't even know how this yute's still managing (How?)
For 'bout four years straight I carried him (Facts)
Want clout so you start rap battling (Pussy)
My words are damaging
Can't find hits so we call him Madeline (Pussy)
Vampire come like Dracula (Woh)
Got bunned by shhh (Woh), free Stamina
I back this wap, high calibre
You're still my son, I'm not mad at ya
Got smacked by slaughter
When I brucked him he left his daughter (Woh)
Smacked by body, smacked by silly
He was victim in Deptford Green (Pussy)
Without me you can't get no deals (Facts)
Fiveside diamonds, that's those grills
Chat that shit, this yute's some comedy
In Belmarsh you was riding voluntary (True)
No apologies
Anything I do they copy me
Unruly, nobody ain't stopping me
Wanna be me, felt enough animosity

Run your mouth for a better clout
What the fuck is he talking 'bout
Get the drop and I'll sort him out
On lockdown now he's talking wild
Move like me, they're all learning now
Pull up on me, bring burners out
Suck your mummy, lil' reject child
Buss your gun and start speaking out (Bullet)

Russ, Russ, Russ, Russ
Russ, Russ, Russ, Russ

Run your mouth for a better clout
What the fuck is he talking 'bout
Get the drop and I'll sort him out
On lockdown now he's talking wild
Move like me, they're all learning now
Pull up on me, bring burners out
Suck your mum you lil' reject child
Buss your gun and start speaking out (Bullet, pussy)

Vampire come like Dracula
Got bun by shhh, free Stamina
I back this wap, high calibre
You're still my son, I'm not mad at ya
Vampire come like Dracula
Got bun by shhh, free Stamina
I back this wap, high calibre
You're still my son, I'm not mad at ya

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