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jeezy - r.i.p (remix 2) lyrics

[hook]
r.i.p we just k!lled the club
drank patron out the bottle almsot k!lled a thug
im so high i can’t feel the drugs
too many haters sitting here
i dont feel the love
r.i.p x4
r.i.p we just k!lled the club
took patron to the head almsot k!lled a thug

[verse 1: lil wayne]

b-tch say my name; carter, tunechi, wayne
sunny skies, but i’mma make it rain
welcome to my life, word to my n-gga game
k!llin these hoes, call that a bloodbath
on fire like lloyd banks, b-tch where the bloods at
rockin’ ice, i’m skatin’
tell me why they hatin, bad b-tches worship
call me satan, motorboatin’ in the motorboat
n-gga that’s smoke in the water, radiohead
blow to the music, smokin’ on that deep purple
know how to raise a c-ck, b-tch you raised on a farm?
sip so much,n-ggas tell me lean back like fat joe
body covered in tattos, call me kid ink
b-tch got a bad -ss, goin’ upp up and away
young money captain, make your ship sink
p-ssy like magic, tada

[verse 2: tyga]

n-gga, what you hatin’ on me for
flyer than a g4, b-tch blowin like a c4
cal legend, on a track with e4
ho gotta -ss, hee haw
bed bouncin’ like a seesaw, t-raww my kick game
me and mustard, you n-ggas better catch up
d-ck hard as wood, tiger
compton in the bulding, tuga

[verse 3: e-40]

ohh, t-raww just k!lled it
don’t think y’all n-ggas can clench my realness
i’m from the bay, my spike lee’s slap all day
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, super fly cali boastin’
burnin’ rubber, big pimpin’
biaytch slow down, i’m chillin in buldin’ with my n-gga clyde carson
leave with at least a nine every time fosho, can’t deny my shine
smell me on the block, give you n-ggas a brochure

[hook]

r.i.p we just k!lled the club
drank patron out the bottle almsot k!lled a thug
im so high i can’t feel the drugs
too many haters sitting here
i dont feel the love
r.i.p x4
r.i.p we just k!lled the club
took patron to the head almsot k!lled a thug

[verse 4: young jeezy]

young jeezy k!ll the c.lu.b., r.i.p
realest n-gga out, yo b-tch leave gonna with me
what a bummer, hummer with the rims stop traffic
ballin, shot at the buzzer
flippin’ in the kitchen, n-gga i’m trappin’
f-ck her so good it’s a bad habit, yeah it’s a bad habit
addin’ zeros like mathmatics, n-gga i’m different
word to 2 chainz, team rollin’ to the bank
all my n-ggas laughing, kush got us oup in the rafters
all my hoes ratchet, they tools
b-tch all on my johnson, magic
goin’ dumb in the club, n-ggas better go back to school
crib in uptown, garage with two bugatti’s and a maserati
molly in the basket, every day friday
real n-gga, put yo -ss in a casket
don’t f-ck with me, r.i.p

[verse 5: kg]

r.i.p to the v.i.p
kg, no n-ggas wanna f-ck with me
just sold half a kg, now your b-tch wanna f-ck with me
i talk that talk, i walk the walk
you wanna talk?
i’ll get my glock c-cked ‘fore you count to three
homie, you know me
i’m on my 2 chainz sh-t, i’mma true og

[outro: mgk]

k!llin’ every club, r.i.p. to yo city b-tch
i’mma bad boy, rollin’ with diddy b-tch
high all the time, like fiddy b-tch
ho shut up, i’m with jeezy b-tch

- jeezy lyrics

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