Roy Woods – Russian Cream | Lyrics Audio

Lyrics “Russian Cream” – Roy Woods

I don’t need a b**ch, all I see while makin’ dolla signs
Rollie on my wrist but I never check it for the time
Said she heard the kid through the boy in the summertime
Said she love my songs that I got with Ty Dolla Sign

When I’m in LA I’m f**kin’ shorties from Corona
Look me in my eyes say you love me but you love to lie
I can make a hit on four beach cali time
N**gas copy sauce, claim it’s theirs, happens all the time

I be switchin’ up on these n**gas, like my b**ch does
18 karat, VVS is on your S1s
I don’t put no thought into a thot, that’s a waste of time
Flying b**ches out of the city, come and shoot to mine

Bought my b**ch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah
Only f**k with b**ches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah..②

Yeah, yeah
You don’t know your b**ches but I know ’em
Shorty finna hit me on my trap
She gon’ give me top playin’ Fortnite
Shorty wanna f**k I need more time, yeah

Gettin’ the bands, gettin’ the digits
B**ch
Gucci my linen
Will Smith, I’m a legend
R&B John Lennon

Rap and I sing to women
Bought my whip with the key, flyin’ when you finish
P**sy with the Hennessy for the real n**gas
Smokin’ blunt, sip the Henny with some real n**gas

Bought my b**ch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah
Only f**k with b**ches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah..②…

➤ Produced by Myles William, Prezident Jeff & JayAreOnTheBeat
Roy Woods | 2018

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