Mad Russian (feat. Lil Skies)

Wop
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 M-M-M-Murda
 I still fuck her like a mad Russian, she mad crushin'
 At least she hit the sad button, she mad blushin'
 Diamonds got her head huntin', she head huntin'
 Are you scared? 'Cause you ain't saying nothin', we been fuckin'
 Yeah they lookin' and they been lookin', they been lurkin' (Wop)
 Escortin' down her leg, flirtin', she been flirtin'
 I pull up in a four seater, one person (One)
 Fiji diamond bracelet on, they so thirsty
 Baby got an ass on her, it's so perfect
 She tryna make me glance at her, and it's workin'
 Gucci keep them bands on him, he Mr. Perfect
 No feeling, no ceiling, he so verted
 Ayy, ayy, ayy
 Big bands on me, I'ma throw it on the floor
 Run it up and hit the mall, I spend it at the Gucci store
 Shawty know I'm in designer from my head down to my toes
 Oh, you say you wanna cuff me? I ain't trustin' in no ho
 Why you say I do too much when you know you do the most
 It's a celebration, I might have to make a toast
 I just did it for my city, now they calling me the GOAT
 Looking for the right direction, I ain't have nowhere to go
 She a bad girl, she catching mood swings
 She wanna stay the night, and drink the D'usse
 She said I follow you, and do what you say
 This can be forever boy, master, you're my sensei, ayy
 I still fuck her like a mad Russian, she mad crushin'
 At least she hit the sad button, she mad blushin'
 Diamonds got her head huntin', she head huntin'
 Are you scared? 'Cause you ain't saying nothin', we been fuckin'
 She a bad girl, she catching mood swings
 She wanna stay the night, and drink the D'usse
 She said I follow you, and do what you say
 This can be forever boy, master, you're my sensei, ayy
 Fuck her like a mad Russian
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 Fuck her like a mad Russian
 Fuck her like a mad Russian
 Fuck her like a mad Russian