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jeezy - r.i.p. lyrics
[hook]
r.i.p we just k!lled the club
took patrón to the head, almost k!lled a thug
i’m so high i can’t feel the drugs
too many haters sitting here
i don’t feel the love
r.i.p, r.i.p
r.i.p, r.i.p
r.i.p we just k!lled the club
took patrón to the head, almost k!lled a thug
[verse 1: young jeezy]
i’m in a brand new drop top ‘rari with 3 b-tches
tired being in the middle of trial with 3 snitches
and i hit up every club in your city
where n-ggas at?
i be in every club in the hood
where n-ggas at?
pull up, jump out stuntin’ like i was baby
on my cocaine cowboy sh-t, like in the 80’s
who the n-gga think he is
sl!ck rick or dana dane?
think he rakim or something, look at his chain
ysl, from head to toe, i’m doug e fresh
looking like i came to play, mitch-ll and ness
any n-gga with a watch like that
he need attention
your man don’t ball out like that
you need to bench him
[hook]
r.i.p we just k!lled the club
took patrón to the head, almost k!lled a thug
i’m so high i can’t feel the drugs
too many haters sitting here
i don’t feel the love
r.i.p, r.i.p
r.i.p, r.i.p
r.i.p we just k!lled the club
took patrón to the head, almost k!lled a thug
[verse 2: young jeezy]
i’m gone, don’t know where i’m going
pockets on extra big, they’re on samoan
got some bad b-tches all in my section
just let some more in
and every n-gga came in with me’ll kick your door in
roll up, p-ss it around like we jamaican
whole pounds strapped up in this b-tch like we some haitians
she got good head, good brains, good education
i’m drunker than a motherf-cker, here’s the situation:
1:45 am, the kn-b broken
by the time a n-gga get to the crib, the mall open
man the nerve of this high–ss b-tch
she on the molly
she said she she want me to call her ms. berry
she think she halle
[hook]
r.i.p we just k!lled the club
took patrón to the head, almost k!lled a thug
i’m so high i can’t feel the drugs
too many haters sitting here
i don’t feel the love
r.i.p, r.i.p
r.i.p, r.i.p
r.i.p we just k!lled the club
took patrón to the head, almost k!lled a thug
[verse 3: 2 chainz]
got a pocket full of dead prez
attached to your girl like a .jpeg
party scene turn to a murder scene
keep sh-tting on n-ggas, need potty train
turn up, collard green
i’m on gasoline and
i’m on that promethazine
life ain’t nothing but a g thing
switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
i’m the type of n-gga that’s 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 counting this cash, n-gga!
[hook]
r.i.p we just k!lled the club
took patrón to the head, almost k!lled a thug
i’m so high i can’t feel the drugs
too many haters sitting here
i don’t feel the love
r.i.p, r.i.p
r.i.p, r.i.p
r.i.p we just k!lled the club
took patrón to the head, almost k!lled a thug
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