ft 2 chainz young jeezy - r.i.p. (ft. 2 chainz) - young jeezy lyrics
r.i.p we just killed the club
drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug
im so high i can’t feel the drugs
too many haters sitting here
i dont feel the love
r.i.p
r.i.p
r.i.p
r.i.p
r.i.p we just killed the club
took patron to the head almsot killed a thug
im in a brand new drop top ‘rari with 3 b-tches
tired being in the middle of trial with 3 snitches
and i hit up every club in your city
where n-gg-s at?
i be in every club in the hood
where n-gg-s at?
pull up, jump out stuntin like i was baby
on my cocaine cowboy sh-t, like in the 80’s
who the n-gg- think he is
slick rick or dana dane
think he rakim or somethin, look at his chain
myself, from head to toe, im dougie fresh
looking like i came to play, mitch-ll and ness
any n-gg- with a watch like that
he need attention
your man dont ball out like that
you need to bench him
r.i.p we just killed the club
drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug
im so high i can’t feel the drugs
too many haters sitting here
i dont feel the love
r.i.p
r.i.p
r.i.p
r.i.p
r.i.p we just killed the club
took patron to the head almsot killed a thug
im gone, dont know where im going
pockets on extra big, they on samoan
got some bad b-tches all in my section
just let some more in
and every n-gg- came in with me’ll kick your door in
roll up, p-ss it around like we jamaican
whole pounds strapped up in this b-tch like we some hatians
she got good head, good brains, good education
im drunker than a motherf-cker, heres the situation:
1:45 am, the nights broken
by the time a n-gg- get to the crib, the mall open
man the nerve of this high–ss b-tch
she on the molly
she said she she want me to call her ms. berry
she think she halle
r.i.p we just killed the club
drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug
im so high i can’t feel the drugs
too many haters sitting here
i dont feel the love
r.i.p
r.i.p
r.i.p
r.i.p
r.i.p we just killed the club
took patron to the head almsot killed a thug
got a pocket full of dead prez
attatched to your girl like a .jpeg
party scene turn to a murder scene
keep sh-ttin on n-gg-s, need potty train
turn up, collard green
im on gasoline and
im on that promethazine
life ain’t nothin but a g thing
switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
im the type of n-gg- thats built to last
you f-ck with me, ill put my foot in your -ss
i got a million in stash, i stack my money so tall
that you might need a giraffe
when you was countin this cash, n-gg-!
r.i.p we just killed the club
drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug
im so high i can’t feel the drugs
too many haters sitting here
i dont feel the love
r.i.p
r.i.p
r.i.p
r.i.p
r.i.p we just killed the club
took patron to the head almsot killed a thug
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