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Russian Red Gone Play On

I did with the days we flew. This never ending song is coming and is gone it?s traveling on a plane on my way. Gone, play on?

I did with the days we flew. This never ending song is coming and is gone it?s traveling on a plane on my way. Gone, play on?

a hundred In the back and just mash out hope I make it home If they catch me then I'm gone so we put it on the line Everyday we on the grind gotta hustle

eighth round Box battle & break down From the beat & the wild tone, jump in the cyclone S t y l e s, yes I know Red beam, maxime Pack red beam Put '

Britain Hustlin's in my blood my father's name is Britain The red the white the red the white the blue The red the white the red the white the blue

Britain Hustlin's in my blood my father's name is Britain The red the white the red the white the blue The red the white the red the white the blue

Britain Hustlin's in my blood my father's name is Britain The red the white the red the white the blue The red the white the red the white the blue

? I'm buggin, I know a lot of y'all loved it and tryed to convince the public to safe bug this But just think, I played y'all like a bunch of puppets You play Russian

mortician embalmed ya body he took ya ice In the coffin people often said you looked nice Witcha Royal Blue suit on, half ya face gone It's time to pay