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Russ - Fuck That Lyrics



Russ - Fuck That Lyrics
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Yeah, everybody got a breakin' point
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Yeah, na na na na
+
I move with peace stones and Igbos
+
For any rappers tryna play the hero
+
For any peasant tryna play Deebo on some tough guy shit
+
I'm not a tough guy, bitch
+
You mad 'cause the girl you wanna f*ck 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
+
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
+
Own that
+
I'm unassumin' so you're unprepared
+
I might make them film it, show the world you're f*ckin' scared
+
They want me to shut the f*ck up, f*ck that
+
They want my tail and my nuts tucked, f*ck that
+
They're tryna get me to hate me, f*ck that
+
'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, f*ck 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, I got big and your bitch is the proof
+
I got bigger when the media twisted the truth
+
These insecure grown men 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 f*cked in the pen
+
You still a bitch, you just got stuck with a pen
+
F*ck 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 f*ckin' T-shirt and then I cut through the net
+
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 f*ck up, f*ck that
+
They want my tail and my nuts tucked, f*ck that
+
They're tryna get me to hate me, f*ck that
+
'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, f*ck 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
+
Is hard when you're 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 f*ckin' people up in small and close 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 f*ck up, f*ck that
+
They want my tail and my nuts tucked, f*ck that
+
They're tryna get me to hate me, f*ck that
+
'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, f*ck that
+
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English

Yeah, everybody got a breakin' point
+
Yeah, na na na na
+
I move with peace stones and Igbos
+
For any rappers tryna play the hero
+
For any peasant tryna play Deebo on some tough guy shit
+
I'm not a tough guy, bitch
+
You mad 'cause the girl you wanna f*ck 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
+
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
+
Own that
+
I'm unassumin' so you're unprepared
+
I might make them film it, show the world you're f*ckin' scared
+
They want me to shut the f*ck up, f*ck that
+
They want my tail and my nuts tucked, f*ck that
+
They're tryna get me to hate me, f*ck that
+
'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, f*ck 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, I got big and your bitch is the proof
+
I got bigger when the media twisted the truth
+
These insecure grown men 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 f*cked in the pen
+
You still a bitch, you just got stuck with a pen
+
F*ck 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 f*ckin' T-shirt and then I cut through the net
+
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 f*ck up, f*ck that
+
They want my tail and my nuts tucked, f*ck that
+
They're tryna get me to hate me, f*ck that
+
'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, f*ck 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
+
Is hard when you're 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 f*ckin' people up in small and close 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 f*ck up, f*ck that
+
They want my tail and my nuts tucked, f*ck that
+
They're tryna get me to hate me, f*ck that
+
'Cause y'all can't ever ever play me, f*ck that
+
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Writer: Peter Gundry, Russell Vitale
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed by: Russ
Language: English
Length: 4:04
Written by: Peter Gundry, Russell Vitale
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