DJ Mustard - R.I.P. lyrics

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DJ Mustard - R.I.P. lyrics

[Hook] R.I.P we just k**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed a thug I'm so high I can't feel the d** 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**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed a thug [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with 3 b**hes Tired being in the middle of trial with 3 snitches And I hit up every club in your city Where n***as at? I be in every club in the hood Where n***as at? Pull up, jump out stuntin' like I was Baby On my c**aine cowboy sh**, like in the 80's Who the n***a think he is Slick 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, Mitchell and Ness Any n***a 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**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed a thug I'm so high I can't feel the d** 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**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed 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**hes all in my section Just let some more in And every n***a came in with me'll kick your door in Roll up, pa** it around like we Jamaican Whole pounds strapped up in this b**h like we some Haitians She got good head, good brains, good education I'm drunker than a motherf**er, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the knob broken By the time a n***a get to the crib, the mall open Man the nerve of this high-a** b**h 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**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed a thug I'm so high I can't feel the d** 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**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed 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**ting on n***as, 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***a that's built to last You f** with me, Ill put my foot in your a** 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***a! [Hook] R.I.P we just k**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed a thug I'm so high I can't feel the d** 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**ed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost k**ed a thug

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