TUK - Russell Westbrick
Woooowoo, ayy, ayy, ayy, bitch, yeah, yeahGettin' loads of that money, gotta count it fast
You hear that sound, then I'll do the dash
Hold on, let me hit the gas, exotic come and get a pack
They took your shit, go get it back
Come get it back aye
Damn, her ass is kinda fat
I like the way she throw it back
Fuck it, I'ma throw some racks
You niggas cappin' on them tracks
We put the city on the map
When you niggas had diaper rash
Solo caught him stealin' swag
I love this bad bitch, but I swear that I can't stand her
She always hit my phone, gettin' mad and throwin' tantrums
Beat the pussy up like a motherfuckin' snare drum
Dominican blowout when she want her hair done
Mossberg shotgun, I call that bitch big pump, you hear that
It'll bust out your eardrums
Glizzy with a switch, dunk on a nigga and one
She said she with the shits, come on and fuck me with your friend now
And I'm off a perky, so you might need surgery
Beat a bitch back out, now she call me Hercules
Then, Ima eat her pussy while her friend is slurpin' me
You do it like a rookie, that's why your bitch is in love with me
Remember we was down bad, but guess what, we up now
Setting up plays the pack gone before it touchdown
Back then they didn't want me, bet they wanna fuck now
I did this shit overnight and niggas wanna know how
Come to my trap, I'm stackin' bread like Tetris
And I'ma milk the game, Nesquik
Put the dope in the Ninja so I get the best blend
36 zips, bitch, I'm Russell Westbrick
36 zips bitch I'm Flexx Westbrick
Written by:
Joshua Boyd
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