Playground 2 Lyrics

Playground 2 - Russ Millions

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Got more bands than your parents

Gyaldem say that they love my appearance

Got-got 'nuff corn, man's sharin'

It's a bag-five for the jeans

Man's wearin' but, they know what I got

Whoosh, what? Your belly got shot

Back this and three these shots

Bang that dot,  make man body pop

Yo (Yo) , are you gonna back your cuz

Them man hid so their cuz got bun

Man got bun up cuz got done up

Your home got spun up

Make man lean if I lean with gun

Boy, don't run, this shit's fun

Mum best pray for her son

She looks good with a two bore tongue

Yo, I wanna put man's face on a shirt

My opps don't learn

The friendship's weak so the

Bridge got burnt

Drive that boat, let's get tu'n

Them man are moist, I'm not concerned

Skengman, fill up the pipe with worms

Get rushed down, you must be burst

That's your bitch, I hit that first

Need a mic like Jada

Let my VV's dance for a hater

'Nuff gunshots for a traitor

When I see you, nobody can save ya

Big Russ, not marga

I still got a crush on Zara

Top 10 original charter

I'm main course, them man are some starter

Can't hang up yourself like I

You would've tu'n pack but I gave man a bly

Reject who keeps switchin' sides

So many blocks, can't find this guy

No street boxin', no kickboxin'

Burst man's skin

Air this out, run with the wind

Why do they talk like

They ain't been chinged

Got more bands than your parents

Gyaldem say that they love my appearance

Got-got 'nuff corn, man's sharin'

It's a bag-five for the

Jeans man's wearin'

I might haffi tu'n up the council flat

Fuckin' tramp, can't pay his tax

Russ got racks, big racks, that's facts

I made this yute and it's only facts

Got bopped in your face, I can't forget that

Trouble plus you ran from

You left your car, I can't respect that

Got big-big waps to open head backs

When I see him, on God, it's lit

Bricks left you for a chick, you're a ritz

Can't come 'round in your '04 plate

Whip got matchin' sticks

Which one should I pick

Bro, your whole life's shit

Back that wap but he didn't use it

What is your shoes? Stick to the music

I'm on all of them, don't confuse it

But, they know what I got

Whoosh, what? Your belly got shot

Back this and three these shots

Bang that dot, make man body pop

Got more bands than your parents

Gyaldem say that they love my appearance

Got-got 'nuff corn, man's sharin'

It's a bag-five for the

Jeans man's wearin'

But, they know what I got

Whoosh, what? Your belly got shot

Back this and three these shots

Bang that dot, make man body pop

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