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r.i.p kobe - yung bleu lyrics lyrics

[intro]
smoke in my lungs
i am the one
gotta shoota for your shoota, n+gga
i gotta shoota for your shoota, n+gga
stay around

[verse 1]
ooh, no pen no pad in the booth and got the f+ck off (got the f+ck off)
and that n+gga can’t use his head, i get it took off
turned myself into a boss and n+ggas can’t ignore it
and they be tryna do the sh+t they know they can’t afford it
and he gon’ hit you with that stick ‘cause b+tch that’s my lil whodie
and i can’t trust you with no brick i heard you getting extorted (b+tch) yeah
r.i.p kobe n+gga ballin’ like the lakers
just got off the phone with meek he told me welcome to the chasers
intellectual f+cking hoe who bis+xual
and i’m puffing on these vegetables
i got some in my lung
think about the gun you gon’ die by one brrrah
smoke in my lung i’m tryna ease my mind like oosie boo
she let me f+ck and driνe the car she a booster too
girl the way you suck that d+ck i can’t get used to you (i can’t get use to you)
i can’t get use to you
yeah
[chorus]
gotta shoota for your shoota n+gga
gotta shoota for your shoota n+gga
gotta shoota for your shoota n+gga (play the game)
yeah, yeah (pop out, pop out)

[verse 2]
got them junkies pulling up like a young n+gga work at popeyes (yeah)
b+tch i use the rubber so you know that baby not mines, stop lying
b+tch i’m running red lights like stop signs
i heard you a bullet n+gga, i heard you would pull it n+gga (oh yeah)
and i’m on they block kist like trayvon with the hoodie n+gga (on gang)
and i’m shooting shots like melo with the hoodie n+gga
understood it n+gga?
teach you lil n+ggas how to be a boss
i don’t even gotta rap n+gga
my money make money
my money make money
you n+ggas snake funny
you n+ggas ain’t living like that
you n+gga ain’t getting money like that i don’t believe it
but they come full circle
i got a 50 for you 50 n+gga n+gga i got a 100 for your 100
lets get it you n+ggas some dorks
n+ggas is nervous
real go+getta sh+t
i’m that n+gga b+tch (blue van draw)
and a n+gga ain’t did sh+t for ya till he put you in a position to win reguardless (let me talk my sh+t)
i heard them n+ggas plotting on me ion never safe
38 special send ’em up to heaven gates, bullets flying in the wind i don’t even hesitate
got that 40 on me i don’t finna play
i’mma catch ’em at a red light
solo, dolo hit the headlight
cut ’em off just like a bed light
i know these n+ggas scared right
i gotta p+ss him in his pants
my lil n+gga do the murda man dance

- r i p kobe lyrics

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