My Son Lyrics

My Son - Russ Millions

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Yo {my likkle gun drilla }, come get your plaque

Ay, Tefo made this one

Ay, Tefo made this one

Crud (Woosh, woosh)

Ay, Tefo made this one

Mad (Woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)

{Verse}

I've been getting busy

She said Russ, you're way to litty, committee (Litty, litty)

Man get lizzy, killy (Killy, killy), do my dance like Shiggy, yuh see me

Dance for the war with Jimmy (Jimmy)

The west gyal love get freaky (Freaky, freaky)

One gunlean and she start act silly (Silly, silly)

Can't get love just suck this willy (Willy, willy)

So moist, I can't describe him

Fuck boxing, I ain't on no fightin' (Ching him up)

Long sword come like a Viking

Back this out then shove it inside him (Dip him)

'Course the mandem's ridin'

Penge or West but I still can't find him

You know I might put him on demon timing

Kings hide him, but I see him trident (Why the fuck {cutting to} you pussy)

Lyin', lyin', this can't end while the beef is fryin'

Half of the girls you're pipin' are lyin' (Dutty boy)

Check the girls you're pipin' (Dutty boy)

Likkle man can't hack this

Poor man sleeps on a single mattress (Facts)

It's so embarrassing

I don't even know how this yute's still managin' (How?)

For 'bout four years straight I carried him (Facts)

Want clout so you start rap battlin' (Pussy)

My words are damaging

Can't find hits so we call him Madeline (Pussy)

Vampire come like Dracula (Woh)

Got bunned by shhh (Woh), free Stamina

I back this wap, high calibre

You're still my son, I'm not mad at ya

Got smacked by slaughter

When I brucked him he left his daughter (Woh)

Smacked by body, smacked by silly

He was victim in Deptford Green (Pussy)

Without me you can't get no deals (Facts)

Fiveside diamonds, that's those grills

Chat that shit, this yute's some comedy

In Belmarsh you was ridin' voluntary (True)

No apologies

Anything I do they copy me

Unruly, nobody ain't stoppin' me

Wanna be me, felt enough animosity

Run your mouth for a better clout

What the fuck is he talkin' 'bout

Get the drop and I'll sort him out

On lockdown now he's talkin' wild

Move like me, they're all learnin' now

Pull up on me, bring burners out

Suck your mummy, lil' reject child

Buss your gun and start speakin' out (Bullet)

{Bridge}

Russ, Russ, Russ, Russ

Russ, Russ, Russ, Russ

{Pre-Chorus}

Run your mouth for a better clout

What the fuck is he talkin' 'bout

Get the drop and I'll sort him out

On lockdown now he's talkin' wild

Move like me, they're all learnin' now

Pull up on me, bring burners out

Suck your mummy, lil' reject child

Buss your gun and start speakin' out (Bullet, pussy)

{Outro}

Vampire come like Dracula

Got bun by shhh, free Stamina

I back this wap, high calibre

You're still my son, I'm not mad at ya

Vampire come like Dracula

Got bun by shhh, free Stamina

I back this wap, high calibre

You're still my son, I'm not mad at ya