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young jeezy - rip remix lyrics

[verse 1: young jeezy]
r.i.p it’s the remix, killer
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-gg-, 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 2: yg]
r.i.p i wanna kill 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 b-mmy
stop playin’, i’m tryna hit like a crash dummy

[yg 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]
r.i.p., r.i.p., r.i.p., r.i.p.
r.i.p. we just killed the club
drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug

r.i.p., r.i.p., r.i.p., r.i.p.
r.i.p. we just killed the club
drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug

[verse 3: 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-gg- 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 [?]
mausberg, 4 bent, compton i live that
long hair weave with extensions
glock 17 with extension
b-mpin’ 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]

r.i.p., r.i.p., r.i.p., r.i.p.
r.i.p. we just killed the club
drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug

[verse 4: chris brown]
r.i.p. to the v.i.p.
i got my lil’ n-gg-s in the club, f-ck i.d.
my n-gg-s kill at will, give you black eyed peas
and the molly make the white girl look chinese
always bre, my n-gg-s out here ballin’
and all these fake -ss artists, y’all n-gg-s 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

[hook: young jeezy]
r.i.p., r.i.p., r.i.p., r.i.p.
r.i.p. we just killed the club
drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug

r.i.p., r.i.p., r.i.p., r.i.p.
r.i.p. we just killed the club
drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug

- young jeezy lyrics

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