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lil-freezy - r.i.p. (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: lil-freezy]
r.i.p i juss k!lled the game
it goes f.r.e freeze is the name
i started from the bottom now i’m at the f-ckin top
went from makin lil change to makin some large gwap
got the paper and i’m stackin
all dem hoes that i be mackin
i’m a jokester get to crackin
now i’m rappin and i’m rackin up
all that dough but i ain’t makin a cake
gotta girl witta cake and she makin it shake
don’t shake too hard girl put on tha breaks
i’mma pray oh gawd for lords heaven sakes
man i’m ballin in dis b-tch and i’m tryna juss get a shot
goin splashin in’er p-ssy i’m ridin up in a yacht
d-mn i gotta couple mixtapes still goin strong
i got fans from the bay all the way to hong kong
i’m juss doin what i’m doin i’m juss movin along
couple years and i’mma have ya b-tch singin my song
like

[verse 2: young jeezy]
r.i.p it’s the remix k!ller
mike jack was alive, i’d remix thriller
trap star, b-tch, spell it with a big t
give a d-mn if i never be a hot mc
cause i’m a hood n-gga, first on everybody’s list
buy the whole club p, don’t f-ck with no cris
that average -ss watch can’t f-ck with my wrist
them average -ss hoes can’t f-ck with my b-tch
to the window, to the motherf-ckin’ wall
enough money in my jeans to buy a motherf-ckin’ mall
got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that’s my hummer
r.i.p. to the compet-tion, this is my summer

[verse 3: y.g.]
r.i.p i wanna k!ll the judge
tryna lock the homie up, they don’t feel the thug
i’m thirsty, but i don’t give a f-ck
f-ckin’ with my ex cause i’m still in love
i can teach you how to f-ck and how to stack money
i ain’t went hollywood, you just act funny
but i know you want this pipe like a crack bummy
stop playin’, i’m tryna hit like a crash dummy

[bridge: y.g. and young jeezy]
don’t start no sh-t, it won’t be no sh-t
i can’t take yo b-tch if i don’t see yo b-tch
we done seen that snow, nat geo b-tch
cancel her and get another like i’m nino b-tch

[hook: young jeezy x2]
r.i.p., r.i.p., r.i.p., r.i.p
r.i.p. we just k!lled the club
took patron to the head, almost k!lled a thug

[verse 4: kendrick lamar]
turn up in b-tch sh-t and i’m beamin’ and sh-t
hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and sh-t
stomach on belly roll, b-tch i’m eatin’ and sh-t
you a vegan and sh-t, get off my p-n-s and sh-t
look a bad b-tch, i back that b-tch n-gga back back
pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to baghdad
bags on my eyes, i don’t sleep much, we up
b-tch i beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up
and r.i.p to p-nut, little eric
mausberg, 4 bent, compton i live that
long hair weave with extensions
glock 17 with extension
bumpin’ suga free in the automatic dually
t.v.’s in it like it’s ’97, watch a p-rno movie
holla chitty chitty bang, this is com-town gang
f-ck whoever don’t like it, lil’ k-dot be the name

[hook: young jeezy x2]

[verse 5: chris brown]
r.i.p. to the v.i.p
i got my lil’ n-ggas in the club, f-ck i.d
my n-ggas k!ll at will, give you black eyed peas
and the molly make the white girl look chinese
o.h.b., my n-ggas out here ballin’
and all these fake -ss artists, y’all n-ggas out here drawin’
ok now dearly departed i bought a plane, i departed
and if you started from the bottom gon’ and come out the closet
you problematic, i bought them rachets and automatics
clip hold 32, i make you feel the magic
you gon’ see the flashes, like you in a pageant
all black suits, and them long caddys

[verse 6: 2 chainz]
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-ggas, 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-gga 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-gga!

[hook: young jeezy x4]

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