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[Verse 1: Russ] Yeah I cut the fabric muthafuckas get reckless I'm at the dinner table you ain't make it past the breakfast I'm next bitch, everything I drop is infectious Next is a couple platinum plaques and a neckless Tremendous how I walk into a room and leave you breathless Maybe not you but your girl is tryin to mess with Everything I talk about I let her in and taught her how To pick up on the signs To the M's in my Slaughterhouse I got it now and you can't fuckin handle it Lights low candles lit ready to dismantle it She channelin her inner Jenna Jameson And shes got the swag that these bitches gettin famous in Only thing I chase is gin mix it with some tonic In the city of the brave bumpin dre Blowin chronic nothin left to say But fuck you to the comics And I'm comin with a plate And my beats are bubonic Bitch! [Chorus: Russ] Tonight we could fly like [?] Higher than a flight, no [?] So fire, I'm a light like [?] [?] so it's [?] Tonight we could fly like [?] Higher than a flight, no [?] So fire, I'm a light like [?] [?] so it's [?] [Verse 2: Dartlin] I'm back just smoked a blunt, uh The one to turn a nun to a Nikki Nova She got that super soaker Tell her go and bend it over, I walk in I ball out When I leave they all down Big dog and I beat the pussy to a coma Drill it like Oklahoma fill it like a filling If you light up dim down the lights just a little bit Perfect, you might ask is one night worth it We can get ???? it ain't about the surface Undercover lovers under covers We can work it shawty move that body Like you've got it with a purpose [Chorus: Russ] Tonight we could fly like [?] Higher than a flight, no [?] So fire, I'm a light like [?] [?] so it's [?] Tonight we could fly like [?] Higher than a flight, no [?] So fire, I'm a light like [?] [?] so it's [?] [Verse 3: Bugus] Oh no whoa hoe hold up When my team showed up it was over Oh no whoa hoe hold up When my team rolled up it was rovers Twisted my green like [?] I'm high in every scene I give it my cream, this is my dream Diemon is my team It won't stop until its red carpets Nineteen with seventy tracks Bitch I'm head-started Lets get started with some shots Blunts rolled bottles popped Y'all know how it goes Y'all know moscato got hoes Top [?], rock hoes Lookin like vatos Tryna be great why niggas hate I do not know Find 'em a plate My niggas ate when I got dough Finding my way Through my mistakes and potholes But God knows that I feel it in my soul My life full of flight But tonights full of ???? [Chorus: Russ] Tonight we could fly like [?] Higher than a flight, no [?] So fire, I'm a light like [?] [?] so it's [?] Tonight we could fly like [?] Higher than a flight, no [?] So fire, I'm a light like [?] [?] so it's [?]