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I know you still got skin in the game Made me bank row everything and nothing You don't need to tell me her name Why's it always double or nothing? It's like your, your, your, your, your, your, your And it's like your, your, your, your, your, your, your It feels like your, your, your, your, your, your, your And it's like your, your, your Russian, Russian, Russian, Russian, Russian roulette (May not pull the trigger till there's one go left) Shoulda seen it coming in a barrel of a gun Shoot and run High roller, I roll up Fake eyes, low rise, dollar Coca-Cola I roll up, really need tequila When I see her kissing you, kissing you High roller, I roll up Fake eyes, low rise, dollar Coca-Cola I roll up, really need tequila When I see her kissing you, kissing you Kissing you, kissing you You no king, I'm no queen of spades It's a face I've been, I know you bluffing Now you got me digging a grave Wrong end, now you spinning in your coffin It's like your, your, your, your, your, your, your And it's like your, your, your, your, your, your, your It feels like your, your, your, your, your, your, your And it's like your, your, your Russian, Russian, Russian, Russian, Russian roulette (May not pull the trigger till there's one go left) Shoulda seen it coming in a barrel of a gun Shoot and run High roller, I roll up Fake eyes, low rise, dollar Coca-Cola I roll up, really need tequila When I see her kissing you, kissing you High roller, I roll up Fake eyes, low rise, dollar Coca-Cola I roll up, really need tequila When I see her kissing you, kissing you Kissing you, kissing you
Writer(s): Gary Clark, Henry King, Alexandra Jane Fraser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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