yvngxchris – rip paul walker lyrics
rip paul walker lyrics
[chorus: yvngxchris]
i’m rockin’ the chrome hearts with amiri jeans, finna f+ck your daughter in this b+tch
i’m off of the perc’ 30 (ooh+ooh), finna crash out, i’m finna paul walker in this b+tch
i lost my glock, so i got another choppa and a rocket launcher in this b+tch
bro, you ain’t a real n+gga, you a b+tch boy, i might put the glock up on this b+tch
then i just might put my c+ck up on your b+tch, i told the b+tch to prop the sh+t up on her lips
you think out the wind and rock out in this b+tch, i’m ’bout to take it out and rock it in a bit
and all of my n+ggas finna hit a blitz, i’m ’bout to cop another glock just for the sh+t
[interlude: yvngxchris]
yeah, n+gga, young viral in this b+tch
you know cam got the f+ckin’ juice
[verse 1: yvngxchris]
okay, that n+gga cam got the juice (oh yeah)
finna slide with that mo’f+ckin’ tool (oh yeah)
got a ho tryna f+ck me in school
these n+ggas be b+tches, on god, but it’s bool (oh yeah)
yeah, these n+ggas be broke, i would hate to be you
them n+ggas like, “chris, i would pay to be you”
when you come with that [?], havin’ hatred for you
i can’t lie, i don’t know what to say to lil’ dude
and, my n+ggas might take you off the map for blues
my young n+gga swervin’ in the bentley coupe
they said that i’m broke, ha, who n+gga?
pop out the cut, let’s give that boy like bool, n+gga
ayy, f+ck this sh+t, i don’t even feel like rappin’ no more, skul, f+ck these n+ggas up bro
[verse 2: babysantana]
ahem (brr)
and i’m rockin’ chrome hearts with the vvs up on my lip
this chrome hearts tee cost a check
not new to this sh+t, i’m a vet’
you new to this sh+t, you a rookie
run off with the pack, we took that boy cookies
og down the street named snookie
young n+gga know a lot, like louie
young n+gga shootin’ sh+t, like louie
3s on the shoes, like luis (b+tch)
f+ck the guys, then pull off in a buick
he got a (bl!ck), but, is he gon’ use it?
your b+tch said she twerk to my music
big choppa, take the trigger and use it (brr)
hop on the beat, and then i abuse it, on god, go (hol on, brr, blatt)
[chorus: yvngxchris, babysantana & both]
i’m rockin’ the chrome hearts with amiri jeans, finna f+ck your daughter in this b+tch
i’m off of the perc’ 30, finna crash out (ooh+ooh), i’m finna paul walker in this b+tch (blatt)
i lost my glock, so i got another choppa and a rocket launcher in this b+tch (blatt, blatt, blatt)
bro, you ain’t a real n+gga, you a b+tch boy, i might put the glock up on this b+tch (brr)
then i just might put my c+ck up on your b+tch, i told the b+tch to prop the sh+t up on her lips
you think out the wind and rock out in this b+tch, i’m ’bout to take it out and rock it in a bit
and all of my n+ggas finna hit a blitz, i’m ’bout to cop another glock just for the sh+t
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