Russ - GUESS WHAT (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Russ - GUESS WHAT (en) Lyrics
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Guess what? I just put
my logo in my pool
Guess what? I just made
a porno in the booth
Guess what? They be takin'
photos when I move
Guess what? I still got control,
though, how 'bout you?
(Guess what?) Yeah, yeah
Race against your doubt, a lot of
y'all ain't runnin' fast enough
I can spot a fake before we
even finish dappin' up
Clappin' when they win, but when
I win, they never clap it up
Parents' marriage crumbled, so
I told my mama pack it up
Eatin' 'til I'm fat enough,
rise again like Lazarus
They be thinkin' what I'm sayin',
tell me how you mad at Russ?
Ooh, this pussy's good as fuck, it's
temptin' not to wrap it up
Bitch, I'm 'bout to block you 'cause
that shit's gon' have me actin' up
Pass a blunt and laugh it
up and celebrate my life
I want roses when I'm livin'
not just roses when I die
This ain't somethin' I was given,
had to take it, make it mine
Stay on office, keep on winnin',
gotta make it, take it mine
I got many checks, I'm swimmin' in it
Henny sex, we hittin' different
Heavy chest, when Nipsey didn't
Make it through, give
me a minute, yeah
Only thinkin' vertical
Run the marathon from top to
bottom on some personals
McLarens and convertibles, my
Porsche's name is Percival
I studied this shit inside out
but I am not reversible
Livin' way too purposeful,
my values ain't coercible
You made a hit but shit you probably
still not reimbursable
Money every Friday, indie
catalog, I'm versatile
My throwaways are hits for you,
one day I might be merciful
Shootin' for the stars, I never
hesitate, I'm first to pull
Y'all be with the common folk,
I'm at the private terminal
Guess what? Yeah, I just
put my logo in my pool
(Guess what?) Yeah, spend a
quarter million on a coupe,
guess what? (Guess what?)
MET Gala, hunnid for the suit,
bless us (Bless us)
Weed burnin', never call a truce
So you never want a problem,
just a legend how I move
Head rush, me and Russ comin'
like we Dre and Snoop
'64 Impala, just the way
we play with loot
Big bank ballin', in the paint,
I'm known to shoot
Dolce & Gabbana or
Versace be the mood
It's no love for haters,
so far from neighbors
Six chains swingin', make
it so hard on traitors
Start off in Avis, now it's the latest
Made top five in this,
I'll be the greatest
Thought I was minor, my
thoughts were major
Call it designer, sharp as a razor
Your shit declinin', thought
it would phase us
Call it vagina, your Uber is waitin'
Guess what?
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