Dave East – Russia Lyrics

Russia Lyrics by Dave East

[Intro]
Holiday Season

[Verse 1]
I talked to god like I’m about to die “die”
I think of Malik and I start to cry “leak”
They paid no attention, was walking by “walking”
Outside looking for smokers to start they high
It was 7 am in my auntie building
My man just got low, he a wanted killer “wanted”
You won’t put in no work but you want a million? “huh?”
Disrespect on the dirt, now we on a mission “riding”
I got no pics on Kairi
New Glock 9 on my hip, you get clipped if you reaching “boom”
Make the bartenders send you a shot or some bleach
We gon’ make you go viral, you cry like Tyrese
You say my name on a single, my n—-s gon’ lean you, we’ll be at your album release “facts”
Jay might pick me up, we just got him a jeep
Dre Mac called me up, said he got him some freaks
If I ain’t in Dolce Gabanna, they bite like piranhas, I probably Versace my teeth
Send threats on the net but be hiding from me
I play Soho that’s why this designer on me
Middle of the projects momma dying on me
You want dust, I can pull up with gallons on me “lean”
This ain’t Smack DVD, ain’t no battling me
‘Lik and Mugga forever, they tatted on me

[Hook/Chorus]
I got a b—h, came from Russia, don’t understand her when I f–k her, gon’ spend all the money “balling, balling”
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I’m balling on ’em like the Rucker, we laughing it’s funny “balling balling”
I beat it like I’m DJ Mustard
I got your b—h all through the gutter, I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might f–k up your budget
I got a b—h you can’t touch
Can’t understand her when I f–k her, gon’ spend all the money “balling, balling”
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I’m balling on ’em like the Rucker, we laughing it’s funny “balling balling”
I beat it like I’m DJ Mustard
I got your b—h all through the gutter, I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might f–k up your budget

[Verse 2]
Drum on me, don’t play percussion
F–k her so good, she be cussing
You got low with a onion “ay”
I got this s–t out the dungeon
I don’t owe nobody nothing
This pistol is Russian
Matter of fact, this b—h is German
Couldn’t get nothing from n—-s, s–t, I had to earning
I got some Gelato, let’s burn it
Gun on me with no license, I don’t got no permit
Money, got it straighter, look like I permed it
F–k the DA, I don’t care about the verdict “f–k”
N—a violate, most likely got murdered “murdered”
She ain’t tryna f–k, most likely I curved it “curve”
She let me hit it, couldn’t understand her
She ain’t wanna job, she just wanna scam
I’m really from the trenches working on my manners
Versace pajamas, I just bought some hammers
One day, they keep taking pictures, so we took his camera
Getting shot, pray to God I try to call your grandma
Afterparty at the crib, left with all the dancers
Poise spread, gotta get rid of all the cancer
Never thought about a sale, taking all of them chances
Now, the label want a tape, I get all of them advances
Shoot at them red bottoms, I got all of them dancing
Money make me look good, now they calling me handsome

[Hook/Chorus]
I got a b—h, came from Russia, don’t understand her when I f–k her, gon’ spend all the money “balling, balling”
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I’m balling on ’em like the Rucker, we laughing it’s funny “balling balling”
I beat it like I’m DJ Mustard
I got your b—h all through the gutter, I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might f–k up your budget