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点击复制R.I.P it's the remix, killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, b**ch, spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood ni**a, first on everybody's list
Buy the whole club P, don't f**k with no Cris
That average a** watch can't f**k with my wrist
Them average a** hoes can't f**k with my b**ch
To the window, to the motherf**kin' wall
Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherf**kin' mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my summer
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**k
F**kin' with my ex cause I'm still in love
I can teach you how to f**k 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
Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t
I can't take yo b**ch if I don't see yo b**ch
We done seen that snow, Nat Geo b**ch
Cancel her and get another like I'm Nino b**ch
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
Turn up in b**ch sh*t and I'm beamin' and sh*t
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and sh*t
Stomach on belly roll, b**ch I'm eatin' and sh*t
You a vegan and sh*t, get off my penis and sh*t
Look a bad b**ch, I back that b**ch ni**a 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**ch 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
Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang
F**k whoever don't like it, lil' K-Dot be the name
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
R.I.P. to the V.I.P.
I got my lil' niggas in the club, f**k I.D.
My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas
And the molly make the white girl look Chinese
Always Bre, my niggas out here ballin'
And all these fake a** artists, y'all niggas 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
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
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