RUSSELL! – RESPEC & PROTEC

RESPEC & PROTEC – RUSSELL! Lyrics, Letra:
Intro
Aye, aye, aye, yeah
Woo-hoo

Verse 1
Bouncin’ out of my village
Bout to hit your fuckin’ city
Bout to blow down all your weed
Got girls of every colour with me
Eatin’ good, living better, California lit up weather
You and your girl live together
Fuck her, send her home in a Richvale sweater
I’m way too gassed up
I don’t do fuckboy shit, don’t mention me and ?
If it wasn’t music, it was acting or trapping or robbing
Or hustle ‘til they put me in them handcuffs
Aye, I ain’t gotta front, my life been a stunt
You do what you can, I do what I want
She’s stuck in the back, send her to the front (get low)
I ain’t with the little boy talk and the chit-chat
Ever since my face been tatted I’ve been no one
Can’t put me against you, that’s a mismatch
I’ve been on 1, I’ve been on 2, might make it 3
But what more does a boy gotta prove?
I’m a lot of things, but I sure ain’t you
Roll that, smoke that, light that dope

Chorus
Aye, rack it up, cash that check
Fight em on site, hit the deck
I don’t do walsh, I just give em respect
Aye, rack it up, cash that check
Comin’ through, right on, next
Money my family that shit I protecting
Aye, rack it up, cash that check
Fight em on site, hit the deck
I don’t do walsh, I just give em respect
Aye, rack it up, cash that check
Comin’ through, right on, next
Money my family that shit I protecting

Post-Chorus
Money my family that shit I protecting
Money my family that shit I protecting

Verse 2
Dammit, I’m pretty, no need to be iced out
She wore my tee like a night gown
She tell you, “I am not in the mood”
She just tell me, “fuck me right now”
I can’t believe I’m a young sensation
Can’t believe I saw tons of these youngins cakin’
And I ain’t really do too much shit about it
I just sat and waited really patient, innovative
In the matrix, dodging shots from these vivid fakers
She love the yellow, like it’s the Lakers
I kill the pussy, do prison later
Russell just want him a crib with acres
Look at me, my life ?
I should count money and rap like I’m Cam
Posted up with Big Tigger up in the basement

Chorus
Aye, rack it up, cash that check
Fight em on site, hit the deck
I don’t do walsh, I just give em respect
Aye, rack it up, cash that check
Comin’ through, right on, next
Money my family that shit I protecting
Aye, rack it up, cash that check
Fight em on site, hit the deck
I don’t do walsh, I just give em respect
Aye, rack it up, cash that check
Comin’ through, right on, next
Money my family that shit I protecting

Outro
God damn, god damn
Woo-hoo
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