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Russ

Genres: Hip-Hop

Fuck That Lyrics - Russ

Yeah, everybody got a breakin' point 

Yeah, na na na na 

 

I move with peace and Igbos 

For any rappers tryna play the hero 

For any peasant tryna play Debo on some tough guy shit 

I'm not a tough guy, bitch 

You mad 'cause the girl you wanna fuck sucked my dick 

You were a high school loser, now a bitter adult 

I handle your karma myself, that's a quicker result 

Raisin' money to kill me 'cause y'all be poppin' the pills 

Take the money, save the money for your hospital bills, bitch 

They think it's sweet because my skin tone 

Little bitch, I been known 

 

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People that extend beyond my zipcode 

Copie role Old National highway 

Spelled it out for out-of-towners comin' at me sideways 

Old Nat 

I can't want for them to get you 

Y'all stalkers studied up on me, can't wait for them to test you 

Old Nat 

I'm unassumin' so you're unprepared 

I might make them film it, show the world you're fuckin' scared 

 

They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that 

They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that 

They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that 

'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that 

Stop playin' with me, playin' with me 

Somebody gon' end up hurt 

Stop playin' with me, playin' with me 

I promise I see every word 

 

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Yeah, I got big and your bitch is the proof 

I got bigger when the media twisted the truth 

These insecure grown men that I've never met 

Y'all don't have a cause 

If people like me don't exist, y'all don't have a job 

You a bitch, you probably got fucked in the pen 

You still a bitch, you just got stuck with a pen 

Fuck the clickbait, political bitch-made journalists 

Most of y'all are pussies, smell like fishbait 

 

I dictate my hours, how 'bout you? 

I made four million in four minutes bitch, how 'bout you? 

Like a Final Four moment that I'll never forget 

I wore a fuckin' T-shirt and then I cut through the neck 

I win 

We'll never meet, you're not rich enough bitch 

All your disses don't reach, you're not big enough bitch 

Y'all be dissin' for the clout, that's how poppin' I am 

One phone call, this phone is like a Glock in my hand 

 

They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that 

They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that 

They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that 

'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that 

Stop playin' with me, playin' with me 

Somebody gon' end up hurt 

Stop playin' with me, playin' with me 

I promise I see every word 

 

Yeah 

This whole nation is so shaken by the approach taken 

My soul is exposed naked, I'm blatant, I'm so brazen 

That's why I'm the most hated, runnin' on low patience 

I'm road pavin', screamin' truth until my throat's achin' 

No chasin', after shows hoes waitin' 

Y'all careers keep failin', study mine, start note takin' 

Carvin' my name in the game in bold face 

 

Nowadays, a hundred thousand dollars feels like no payment 

So jaded, real gold, I used to wear gold-plated 

That's when I was located and my come-up broke phases 

I'm on a new chapter, turnin' back to those pages 

It's hard bein' so famous, I can't be in both places 

Jugglin' both stages 

The most that I can do is show traces 

All I ask for in return is just go where the growth takes us 

I propose a toast to those who don't condone fake shit 

Game is full of squares, I'm just here to reshape it 

 

Mixin' up my message, stop trying to rephrase it 

Listen to the truth, stop trying to translate it 

This is coming from a winner, trust me when I say it 

You'll never be a main act if you can't maintain it 

And to the people threatenin', makin' bold statements 

I got people that love the sounds of fists flyin' and bones breakin' 

Your green room's just a box, they gon' catch you, no fakin' 

They're the kings of fuckin' people up in small enclosed spaces 

 

Stop playin' with me, playin' with me 

Somebody gon' end up hurt 

Stop playin' with me, playin' with me 

I promise I see every word 

They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that 

They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that 

They're tryna get me to hate me, fuck that 

'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, fuck that 

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