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Russia
Dave East Lyrics
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I talk to God like I'm 'bout to die (die)
I think of Malik and I start to cry (leak)
They paid no attention, was walking by (walking)
Outside looking for smokers to start they high
It was 7 am in my auntie building
My man just got low, he a wanted killer (wanted)
Disrespect on the dirt, now we on a mission (ridin')
I got no pics on Kairi
New Glock 9 on my hip, you get clipped if you reachin' (boom)
Make the bartender send you a shot or some bleach
We gon' make you go viral, you cry like Tyrese
You say my name on a single, my niggas gon' lean you, we'll be at your album release (facts)
Jay might pick me up, we just got him a Jeep
Dre Mac called me my phone, said he got him some freaks
If I ain't in Dolce Gabanna, they bite like piranhas, I probably Versace my teeth
Send threats on the net but be hiding from me
I play Soho that's why this designer on me
Middle of the projects momma dying on me
You want dust, I can pull up with gallons on me (lean)
This ain't Smack DVD, ain't no battling me
'Lik and Mugga forever, they tatted on me
I got a bitch, came from Russia
Don't understand her when I fuck her, gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker, we laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget
I got a bitch you can't touch
Can't understand her when I fuck her, gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker, we laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget
Drum on me, don't play percussion
Fuck her so good, she be cussing
You got low with a onion (ay)
I got this shit out the dungeon
I don't owe nobody nothing
This pistol is Russian
Matter of fact, this bitch is German
Couldn't get nothin' from niggas, shit, I had to earn it
I got some Gelato, let's burn it
Gun on me with no license, I don't got no permit
Money, got it straight, it look like I permed it
Fuck a DA, I don't care about the verdict (fuck)
Nigga violate, most likely got murdered (murdered)
She ain't tryna fuck, most likely I curved it (curve)
She let me hit it, couldn't understand her
She ain't wanna job, she just wanna scam
I'm really from the trenches working on my manners
Versace pajamas, I just bought some hammers
Wanted to keep taking pictures, so we caught his camera
Getting shot, pray to God I try to call your grandma
Afterparty at the crib, left with all the dancers
Poise spread, gotta get rid of all the cancer
Never thought about a sale, taking all of them chances
Now, the label want a tape, I get all of them advances
Shoot at them red bottoms, I got all of them dancing
Money make me look good, now they calling me handsome
I got a bitch, came from Russia
Don't understand her when I fuck her, gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker, we laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget
In "Russia," Dave East presents a vivid and reflective narrative of his experiences and mindset while navigating the streets of New York City. He begins the song by emphasizing his strong relationship with God, claiming that he speaks to Him as if he is about to face death. This suggests a deep sense of urgency and vulnerability in his life.
The lyrics reveal the heavy influence of his surroundings and the struggles that he has witnessed. He mentions his friend Malik, which triggers emotional distress and brings him to tears. This demonstrates the pain of loss and the toll that street life can take on individuals.
Dave East also addresses the dichotomy between those who seek a better life and those who remain trapped in destructive habits. He criticizes people who aim for success without putting in any work, emphasizing the importance of putting in effort to achieve a million-dollar goal.
Throughout the song, Dave East touches on themes of violence, loyalty, and the hustle. He references his involvement in dangerous situations when he mentions being outside looking for people who are under the influence, implying that he's ready to cause trouble with them.
Dave East also discusses the support he receives from his team. He mentions his close friend Jay, who might pick him up in a new Jeep, highlighting the camaraderie and loyalty among his crew. He further expresses his connections in the music industry, mentioning Dre Mac and his encounters with women.
The chorus of the song centers around Dave East's encounters with a Russian woman. He describes their sexual encounters using explicit language and claims to spend money on her. This element adds a layer of hedonism and materialism to the song.
Overall, "Russia" highlights Dave East's introspective perspective on his life and the struggles he faces, as well as his observations of the streets and the people surrounding him.
Lyrics © WORLD SOUND PUBLISHING
Written by: David Brewster Jr.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Hamuera
[Intro]
Holiday Season
[Verse 1]
I talked to god like I'm about to die (die)
I think of Malik and I start to cry (leak)
They paid no attention, was walking by (walking)
Outside looking for smokers to start they high
It was 7 am in my auntie building
My man just got low, he a wanted killer (wanted)
You won't put in no work but you want a million? (huh?)
Disrespect on the dirt, now we on a mission (ridin')
I got no pics on Kairi
New Glock 9 on my hip, you get clipped if you reachin' (boom)
Make the bartender send you a shot or some bleach
We gon' make you go viral, you cry like Tyrese
You say my name on a single, my niggas gon' lean you, we'll be at your album release (facts)
Jay might pick me up, we just got him a jeep
Dre Mac called me my phone, said he got him some freaks
If I ain't in Dolce Gabanna, they bite like piranhas, I probably Versace my teeth
Send threats on the net but be hiding from me
I play Soho that's why this designer on me
Middle of the projects momma dying on me
You want dust, I can pull up with gallons on me (lean)
This ain't Smack DVD, ain't no battling me
'Lik and Mugga forever, they tatted on me
[Chorus]
I got a bitch, came from Russia, don't understand her when I fuck her, gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker, we laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget
I got a bitch you can't touch
Can't understand her when I fuck her, gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker, we laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget
[Verse 2]
Drum on me, don't play percussion
Fuck her so good, she be cussing
You got low with a onion (ay)
I got this shit out the dungeon
I don't owe nobody nothing
This pistol is Russian
Matter of fact, this bitch is German
Couldn't get nothin' from niggas, shit, I had to earn it
I got some Gelato, let's burn it
Gun on me with no license, I don't got no permit
Money, got it straight, look like I permed it
Fuck the DA, I don't care about the verdict (fuck)
Nigga violate, most likely got murdered (murdered)
She ain't tryna fuck, most likely I curved it (curve)
She let me hit it, couldn't understand her
She ain't wanna job, she just wanna scam
I'm really from the trenches working on my manners
Versace pajamas, I just bought some hammers
One day, they keep taking pictures, so we took his camera
Getting shot, pray to God I try to call your grandma
Afterparty at the crib, left with all the dancers
Poise spread, gotta get rid of all the cancer
Never thought about a sale, taking all of them chances
Now, the label want a tape, I get all of them advances
Shoot at them red bottoms, I got all of them dancing
Money make me look good, now they calling me handsome
[Chorus]
I got a bitch, came from Russia, don't understand her when I fuck her, gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker, we laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget
Abdulrahman Hamdallah
Holiday Season
I talk to God like I'm 'bout to die (die)
I think of Malik and I start to cry (leak)
They paid no attention, was walking by (walking)
Outside looking for smokers to start they high
It was 7 am in my auntie building
My man just got low, he a wanted killer (wanted)
You won't put in no work but you want a million? (huh?)
Disrespect on the dirt, now we on a mission (ridin')
I got no pics on Kairi
New Glock 9 on my hip, you get clipped if you reachin' (boom)
Make the bartender send you a shot or some bleach
We gon' make you go viral, you cry like Tyrese
You say my name on a single, my niggas gon' lean you, we'll be at your album release (facts)
Jay might pick me up, we just got him a Jeep
Dre Mac called me my phone, said he got him some freaks
If I ain't in Dolce Gabanna, they bite like piranhas, I probably Versace my teeth
Send threats on the net but be hiding from me
I play Soho that's why this designer on me
Middle of the projects momma dying on me
You want dust, I can pull up with gallons on me (lean)
This ain't Smack DVD, ain't no battling me
'Lik and Mugga forever, they tatted on me
I got a bitch, came from Russia
Don't understand her when I fuck her, gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker, we laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget
I got a bitch you can't touch
Can't understand her when I fuck her, gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker, we laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget
Drum on me, don't play percussion
Fuck her so good, she be cussing
You got low with a onion (ay)
I got this shit out the dungeon
I don't owe nobody nothing
This pistol is Russian
Matter of fact, this bitch is German
Couldn't get nothin' from niggas, shit, I had to earn it
I got some Gelato, let's burn it
Gun on me with no license, I don't got no permit
Money, got it straight, it look like I permed it
Fuck a DA, I don't care about the verdict (fuck)
Nigga violate, most likely got murdered (murdered)
She ain't tryna fuck, most likely I curved it (curve)
She let me hit it, couldn't understand her
She ain't wanna job, she just wanna scam
I'm really from the trenches working on my manners
Versace pajamas, I just bought some hammers
Wanted to keep taking pictures, so we caught his camera
Getting shot, pray to God I try to call your grandma
Afterparty at the crib, left with all the dancers
Poise spread, gotta get rid of all the cancer
Never thought about a sale, taking all of them chances
Now, the label want a tape, I get all of them advances
Shoot at them red bottoms, I got all of them dancing
Money make me look good, now they calling me handsome
I got a bitch, came from Russia
Don't understand her when I fuck her, gon' spend all the money (ballin', ballin')
I rush every hour, Chris Tucker
I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker, we laughing it's funny (ballin' ballin')
I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard
I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget
MostHated EJ
Dave East is too raw. this is what I expect from NYC rappers.. we need more of this. it's refreshing to hear.
fadam cowsley
Griselda
svelements
@T D So who else has good beats and good flow like east?
T D
Devin Hamilton Dave East is popular but still underrated. So many people sleeping on him
tyler mecca
@Devin Hamilton who sounds like Dave east and I believe he wasn't mainstream before he blew up also I hear none of his songs on the radio
Ryker Riepma
Dave East will save NY hiphop
King JoJo
And we’re still bumping this till this day!💥
Manhattan Raised
This is how east should sound. Beat fits him perfectly
Darnise Hodge
@trap rico a
svelements
@brady hunter Paranoia, NOBU