Dave East "RUSSIA" (FULL / NO DJ)

Holiday season

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 (walk) Outside looking for smokers to start they high It was 7 a.m. 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 (ridin')

I got no pics on Kairi New Glock 9 on my hip, you get clipped if you reachin' (boom) Make the bartender send you a shot of some bleach We gon' make you go viral, you cry like Tyrese (cry like Tyrese) You say my name on a single My niggas gon' lean you, we'll be at your album release (album release) Jay might pick me up, he just got him a Jeep Dre Mac called me my phone, said he got him some freaks (dope)

If I ain't in Dolce Gabanna They bite like piranhas, I probably Versace my tee Send threats on the net but be hiding from me (hide) 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

I got a bitch, came from Russia, don't understand her when I fuck her Gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin') I rush every hour, Chris Tucker I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker We laughin', it's funny (ballin', ballin') I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her, "Bust it" (yeah, yeah) We got them sticks on us in public (yeah, yeah) I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget (yeah, yeah)

I got a bitch you can't touch Can't understand her when I fuck her Gon' spend all the money (whoa, whoa) I rush every hour, Chris Tucker I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker We laughin', it's funny (ballin', ballin') I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her, "Bust it" (yeah, yeah) We got them sticks on us in public I cannot kick it for nothin', might fuck up your budget

Drum on me, don't play percussion (drum) Fuck her so good, she be cussing You got low with a onion (ay) I got this shit out the dungeon (dungeon) I don't owe nobody nothing This pistol is Russian Matter fact, this bitch is German (German) Couldn't get nothin' from niggas, shit, I had to earn it I got some Gelato, let's burn it Gun on me with no license, I do not got no permit (not me)

Money, got it straight, look like I permed it (permed) Fuck the DA, I don't care about the verdict (fuck) Nigga violate, most likely got murdered (murdered) She ain't tryna fuck, 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

Wanted to keep takin' pictures, so we got his camera Getting shot, pray to God, I try to call your grandma After party at the crib, left with all the dancers Before it 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 dancin' Money make me look good, now they calling me handsome

I got a bitch, came from Russia, don't understand her when I fuck her Gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin') I rush every hour, Chris Tucker I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker We laughing it's funny (ballin', ballin') I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her, "Bust it" (yeah, yeah) We got them sticks on us in public I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget

I got a bitch you can't touch Can't understand her when I fuck her Gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin') I rush every hour, Chris Tucker I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker We laughing it's funny (ballin', ballin') I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her, "Bust it" (yeah, yeah) We got them sticks on us in public I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget (yeah, yeah)