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RUSSIAN ROULETTE

Lyrics of RUSSIAN ROULETTE by Kee Nola

(12:09)
It hit my heart bad but I still gave my all to the bitch
It just be hard to love when I know ain′t no love in this shit
Goddamn
I beat the odds like I’m 30roc I got a 30 my blick
I hit the bando like Fetty my bitch on some trap queen shit
Goddamn
Baby I′m poppin’ these seals
I’m running from shit that I feel uh-huh
Brodie be a full of them pills
He Russian Roulette-in′, for real uh-huh
Told me he ready to kill
I know he ain′t ready to die uh-huh
Go Kamikaze for real
My youngin be losing his mind uh-huh
They say I’m faking this shit for the thrill
I put my heart in this shit for real
Killing me softly Lauryn Hill
I got a heart that′s full of guilt
Thеy say It’s lonely when you at the top
So I took my niggas likе King of the Hill
Been in a dark-ass pit so long
Truth be told I′m losing my will
Fuck
Baby I’m losing my shit
She told me she got some love for me
I know that it′s fake as a bitch
Told me that she got some drugs for me
Maybe I’m taking a lick
I’m living my life on the edge I′m taking this shot
Boy you either make it or miss
Margiela, Rick Owen, Balenciaga
I think I need me a motherfuckin′ doctor
I think I got a motherfuckin’ swag problem
In swag-onometry boy I′m a scholar
I’m from a place only killers and robbers
I′m from a place only scammers and trappers
I’m from a place with no dreams and bad habits
Nigga say he want the smoke then get crackin′
Every damn day boy I think bout my daddy
I get that call and I swear that they cappin
I’d give all of this up for my granny
Over ten years like Damn what happened
Hard to tell my bitch I can’t even love her
I fell outta love from that shit that had happen
I fell back in love with a bitch that be rappin′
And I did her some shit that I wish that I hadn′t
It hit my heart bad but I still gave my all to the bitch
It just be hard to love when I know ain’t no love in this shit
Goddamn
I beat the odds like I′m 30roc I got a 30 my blick
I hit the bando like Fetty my bitch on some trap queen shit
Goddamn
Baby I’m poppin′ these seals
I’m running from shit that I feel uh-huh
Brodie be a full of them pills
He Russian Roulette-in for real uh-huh
Told me he ready to kill
I know he ain′t ready to die uh-huh
Go Kamikaze for real
My youngin be losing his mind uh-huh