RUSSIAN CREAM ft. CHULIE Lyrics

Pull up to the club couple shortys an we bussin

Know im Blitz out my mind no discussion

This shit hits like concussions

Bounce like percussion

Rolling up up that cream an that's Russian

Slow down I ain't tryna rush it

She a queen treat my bitch like a duchess

Gorilla grip how that pussy got the clutches

Break her back now the bitch needs crutches

Gotta Break it down An

I'm just tryna chop it up

Real smooth

Ya i aint no criminal

But shorty swear she saw

Mike jack how i groove

Walk like im stutting on the moon

Sipping on some booze

ya

Sipping on her boobs

Wet like tsunami

Call her fuckin mommy

Sucking on her titties like gu gu

Gogie

Call me old yeller

Ya she told me ima doggy

Yeah

Got this sukka an she russian

Tryna get to my cream watchu mean

Booty busting out the jeans

Bounce like a trampoline

Shake it like tambourine

Damn That ass a machine

Ya Never gonna get passed us

Tryna catch up better get faster

Unh ya never gonna happen

All i hear is you capping in your rapping

Pull up to the club couple shortys an we bussin

Know im Blitz out my mind no discussion

This shit hits like concussions

Bounce like percussion

Rolling up up that cream an that's Russian

Slow down I ain't tryna rush it

She a queen treat my bitch like a duchess

Gorilla grip how that pussy got the clutches

Break her back now the bitch needs crutches

Got my head fuckin spinning

When that liquor hit my system

Feel the burning in my chest

Met this bad little Latin thick shorty

From the west

Baby shake it like maracas i

like it spicy with some zest ouhhh

No stranger just to running up a cheque

Way before

I Even knew how to jug

Watchu know I'm

Smoking good spinning off

This wood

Shoulda woulda woulda coulda if you

could an im good up in my hood

Understood

Shorty tricking like

It's halloween

I don't need a costume

This shit so obscene

She gone act loyal but she

Really really for the team

Ally oop the pack just to chulie

lined up for the pass

Roll the back wood split it hit it

Told her Im the shit no admit it

Nah that's never bin nothing new

You could see it how Fuckin move

I ain't really gotta prove

ouhh Ohhh

Pull up to the club couple shortys an we bussin

Know im Blitz out my mind no discussion

This shit hits like concussions

Bounce like percussion

Rolling up up that cream an that's Russian

Slow down I ain't tryna rush it

She a queen treat my bitch like a duchess

Gorilla grip how that pussy got the clutches

Break her back now the bitch needs crutches