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Line Em Up by Russ
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"Line Em Up" lyrics
Russ Lyrics
"Line Em Up"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Russ:]
Operation touch a b
I heard that money comes in waves they say I drowned at 23
And I've been drowning ever since
I might need counseling for this shit
Because I climbed the mountain fast and all I found was just a cliff
The lesson there
Is getting there is way more fun than getting there
But here we are compliantly got INC's in Delaware
Dodged a couple Guinevere's
Thank God I got no Lancelot's
I'm a king I'm well aware
Of who's inside my Camelot
Couple women tryna bunk with me like threes a company
Yalls crazy ass might be my shot of don but not my cup of tea
Once a week I lose my cool I'm probably downplaying
Gettin head in my trailer before I headline got the crowd waiting
My fault that's just how I do sometimes I'm reckless
My fault that's just how they do it down in Texas
To the people I gave love to
Who turned around told me fuck you
If you don't heal what hurt you
You'll bleed on someone who ain't cut you
Wise words my momma sent
Why you think I'm single still
Ain't met a chick as solid yet
I paid my sisters college debt
I'm just out here being chosen
Doors of opportunity keep creaking open
Lotta women claiming I'm they boyfriend like they B Simone
When really all we shared was just a fleeting moment
Y'all completely broken
Please just leave me alone it's gettin kind of weird
One by one (Yeah), two by two
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up
One by one, two by two
I'ma knock 'em all down, down
[Busta Rhymes:]
Lord have mercy on my soul, I'm 'bout ship a couple of bricks
Ratchet by the Bible, on the dresser, call a preacher, quick
What we do to get this cake? Foul in every way we think
Lay down anything for food, quicker than the eye can blink
Flow, crazy, yeah, these shorties lickin' coke up off my dick
Fuck the street's a bitch, blasphemous to say this shit
Lord, forgive me, 'cause I know it's crazy that I had these thoughts
Brag stash in the glove compartment
Hand up in the latest Porsche
Of course, and while she gobble me between the jaws
Money on my mind, lust devil bleedin' through my pores
Savage with the way we live, sometimes escaping how we suffer
Spendin' money like we stupid, grindin' 'til it take me under
Keep my eye on every (Woof), cop the latest Maybach Zeppelin
Keep a [?] for the [?] state of the art, greatest weapons
And though we livin' reckless, always try avoidin' dyin'
Cross my heart and hope to live, while I hear my mama cryin'
Mama sittin' and watch her son just grow from such a little angel
Morphe into a creature, she don't recognize at the dinner table
Clueless and she can't explain
How the hell did I become it, nigga with this darkest that do shit and sickness to her stomach
Fuck this shit sittin' on the surface
Mama know my heart is good
I'm ain't tryna save myself, I'm busy tryna save the hood
Yeah, I know that's what they say
Find ourselves in endless trouble
Leavin' youngins on the strip
Slide on couple hefty bundles
Grown-ups tell me that I'm shameful
How I claim I helped the people
Helpful as the ones creatin', Heroine
For a junkies needle in one hand, now the other
Like them niggas talkin' nonsense
Fuckin' pusssy, [?] money, livin' foul without a conscience
Sniffin' coke, occasionally
Lace my weed when gettin' blunted
Balance out my mental, give a homeless man a crispy hundred
We had church on Sunday, while I'm out here livin' lies
And feel like the preacher lookin' at me, steadily replyin'
[Russ:]
One by one, two by two
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up
One by one, two by two
I'ma knock 'em all down, down
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"Line Em Up" lyrics
Russ Lyrics
"Line Em Up"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Russ:]
Operation touch a b
I heard that money comes in waves they say I drowned at 23
And I've been drowning ever since
I might need counseling for this shit
Because I climbed the mountain fast and all I found was just a cliff
The lesson there
Is getting there is way more fun than getting there
But here we are compliantly got INC's in Delaware
Dodged a couple Guinevere's
Thank God I got no Lancelot's
I'm a king I'm well aware
Of who's inside my Camelot
Couple women tryna bunk with me like threes a company
Yalls crazy ass might be my shot of don but not my cup of tea
Once a week I lose my cool I'm probably downplaying
Gettin head in my trailer before I headline got the crowd waiting
My fault that's just how I do sometimes I'm reckless
My fault that's just how they do it down in Texas
To the people I gave love to
Who turned around told me fuck you
If you don't heal what hurt you
You'll bleed on someone who ain't cut you
Wise words my momma sent
Why you think I'm single still
Ain't met a chick as solid yet
I paid my sisters college debt
I'm just out here being chosen
Doors of opportunity keep creaking open
Lotta women claiming I'm they boyfriend like they B Simone
When really all we shared was just a fleeting moment
Y'all completely broken
Please just leave me alone it's gettin kind of weird
One by one (Yeah), two by two
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up
One by one, two by two
I'ma knock 'em all down, down
[Busta Rhymes:]
Lord have mercy on my soul, I'm 'bout ship a couple of bricks
Ratchet by the Bible, on the dresser, call a preacher, quick
What we do to get this cake? Foul in every way we think
Lay down anything for food, quicker than the eye can blink
Flow, crazy, yeah, these shorties lickin' coke up off my dick
Fuck the street's a bitch, blasphemous to say this shit
Lord, forgive me, 'cause I know it's crazy that I had these thoughts
Brag stash in the glove compartment
Hand up in the latest Porsche
Of course, and while she gobble me between the jaws
Money on my mind, lust devil bleedin' through my pores
Savage with the way we live, sometimes escaping how we suffer
Spendin' money like we stupid, grindin' 'til it take me under
Keep my eye on every (Woof), cop the latest Maybach Zeppelin
Keep a [?] for the [?] state of the art, greatest weapons
And though we livin' reckless, always try avoidin' dyin'
Cross my heart and hope to live, while I hear my mama cryin'
Mama sittin' and watch her son just grow from such a little angel
Morphe into a creature, she don't recognize at the dinner table
Clueless and she can't explain
How the hell did I become it, nigga with this darkest that do shit and sickness to her stomach
Fuck this shit sittin' on the surface
Mama know my heart is good
I'm ain't tryna save myself, I'm busy tryna save the hood
Yeah, I know that's what they say
Find ourselves in endless trouble
Leavin' youngins on the strip
Slide on couple hefty bundles
Grown-ups tell me that I'm shameful
How I claim I helped the people
Helpful as the ones creatin', Heroine
For a junkies needle in one hand, now the other
Like them niggas talkin' nonsense
Fuckin' pusssy, [?] money, livin' foul without a conscience
Sniffin' coke, occasionally
Lace my weed when gettin' blunted
Balance out my mental, give a homeless man a crispy hundred
We had church on Sunday, while I'm out here livin' lies
And feel like the preacher lookin' at me, steadily replyin'
[Russ:]
One by one, two by two
Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up
One by one, two by two
I'ma knock 'em all down, down
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Stockholm Syndrome
Who Wants What
Inside Job
Line Em Up
Momentum
Search
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Letras de "Line Em Up"
Letras de Russ
"Line Em Up"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Russ:]
Operación tocar una b
Escuché que el dinero viene en olas, dicen que me ahogué a los 23
Y me he estado ahogando desde entonces
Podría necesitar terapia para esta mierda
Porque subí la montaña rápido y todo lo que encontré fue solo un acantilado
La lección ahí
Es que llegar es mucho más divertido que llegar
Pero aquí estamos, dócilmente, con INC's en Delaware
Esquivé un par de Ginebras
Gracias a Dios no tengo Lancelots
Soy un rey, soy muy consciente
De quién está dentro de mi Camelot
Un par de mujeres intentando acostarse conmigo como si tres fueran compañía
Vuestro culo loco podría ser mi trago de don, pero no mi taza de té
Una vez a la semana pierdo la calma, probablemente estoy minimizando
Recibiendo sexo oral en mi tráiler antes de ser el acto principal, con la multitud esperando
Mi culpa, así es como lo hago, a veces soy imprudente
Mi culpa, así es como lo hacen en Texas
A la gente a la que di amor
Que se dieron la vuelta y me dijeron vete a la mierda
Si no sanas lo que te hirió
Sangrarás sobre alguien que no te cortó
Sabias palabras que mi mamá envió
Por qué crees que sigo soltero
Aún no he conocido a una chica tan sólida
Pagué la deuda universitaria de mis hermanas
Solo estoy aquí siendo elegido
Las puertas de la oportunidad siguen abriéndose con un crujido
Muchas mujeres afirmando que soy su novio como si fueran B Simone
Cuando en realidad todo lo que compartimos fue solo un momento fugaz
Estáis completamente rotos
Por favor, déjenme en paz, se está poniendo un poco raro
Uno por uno (Sí), dos por dos
Pónganlos en fila, pónganlos en fila, pónganlos en fila
Uno por uno, dos por dos
Los voy a derribar a todos, derribar
[Busta Rhymes:]
Señor, ten piedad de mi alma, estoy a punto de enviar un par de ladrillos
Trinquete junto a la Biblia, en la cómoda, llama a un predicador, rápido
¿Qué hacemos para conseguir este pastel? Sucio en cada forma que pensamos
Dejar cualquier cosa por comida, más rápido de lo que el ojo puede parpadear
Flow, loco, sí, estas chicas lamiendo cocaína de mi pene
Que se joda la calle es una perra, blasfemo decir esta mierda
Señor, perdóname, porque sé que es una locura que haya tenido estos pensamientos
Alardear de alijo en la guantera
Mano en el último Porsche
Por supuesto, y mientras ella me engulle entre las mandíbulas
Dinero en mi mente, el diablo de la lujuria sangrando por mis poros
Salvajes con la forma en que vivimos, a veces escapando de cómo sufrimos
Gastando dinero como si fuéramos estúpidos, esforzándonos hasta que me hunda
Mantengo mi ojo en cada (Guau), compro el último Maybach Zeppelin
Mantengo un [?] para el [?] de última generación, las mejores armas
Y aunque vivimos imprudentemente, siempre intentamos evitar morir
Juro por mi vida y espero vivir, mientras escucho a mi mamá llorar
Mamá sentada y viendo a su hijo crecer de un angelito
Transformarse en una criatura que no reconoce en la mesa
Desorientada y no puede explicar
Cómo diablos me convertí en esto, un negro con esta oscuridad que hace mierda y le da náuseas
Que se joda esta mierda que está en la superficie
Mamá sabe que mi corazón es bueno
No estoy tratando de salvarme a mí mismo, estoy ocupado tratando de salvar el barrio
Sí, sé que eso es lo que dicen
Nos encontramos en problemas sin fin
Dejando a los jóvenes en la calle
Deslizarse sobre un par de paquetes pesados
Los adultos me dicen que soy vergonzoso
Cómo afirmo que ayudé a la gente
Tan útil como los que crean, Heroína
Para la aguja de un drogadicto en una mano, ahora la otra
Como esos negros hablando tonterías
Puta mierda, [?] dinero, viviendo sucio sin conciencia
Inhalando cocaína, ocasionalmente
Cortar mi hierba cuando me drogo
Equilibrar mi mente, darle a un hombre sin hogar un billete de cien crujiente
Tuvimos iglesia el domingo, mientras yo estoy aquí viviendo mentiras
Y siento que el predicador me mira, respondiendo constantemente
[Russ:]
Uno por uno, dos por dos
Pónganlos en fila, pónganlos en fila, pónganlos en fila
Uno por uno, dos por dos
Los voy a derribar a todos, derribar
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EP: "Chomp" (2020)
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