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Ya, what's up? |
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That's what I'm sayign though, |
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We gotta hurry up so we can go to the club nigga, (2 Chainz) |
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RIP We just killed the club, |
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Drink patron out the bottle almost killed a thug |
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When I'm so high, I can't feel the drugs |
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Too many haters in here, I don't feel the love |
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[Hook:] |
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RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) |
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RIP, We just killed the club, |
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Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Let's goo) |
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[Verse 1: Young Jeezy] |
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I'm in a brand new dropped top rari with three bitches |
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Tired of being in middle trial with three snitches |
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And I hit up every club in your city where niggas at? |
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I be in every club in the hood, where niggas at? |
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Pulled up, jumped out stuntin like I was Baby |
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On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's |
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Who da nigga think he is? Slick Rick or Danny Dane |
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Think he Rakim or something, look at his chain |
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YSL from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh |
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Lookin like I came to play Mitchell and Ness |
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Any nigga with a watch like that he need attention |
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Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him |
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[Hook: x2] |
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RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) |
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RIP, We just killed the club, |
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Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Let's goo) |
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[Verse 2: Young Jeezy] |
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I'm gone, don't know where I'm going |
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Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan |
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Got some bad bitches off in my section, just let some more in |
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And every nigga that came here with me, kick your door in |
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Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican |
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Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we so Haitian |
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She got good head, good brains, good education |
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I'm drunker than a mother fucker heres the situation |
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1: 45 AM the knob broken, by the time a nigga get to the crib the mall open |
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Man the nerve of this high ass bitch, she on the molly |
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She said she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle |
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[Hook: x2] |
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RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) |
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RIP, We just killed the club, |
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Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Let's goo) |
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[Verse 3: 2 Chainz] |
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(2 Chainz) Got a pocket full of dead bread |
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Attached to your girl like a jpeg |
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Party scene turn to a murder scene |
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Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train |
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Turn up, colligreen |
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I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine |
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Life ain't nuthin but a G thang, switch lane, get brain |
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Hand down her g-string |
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I'm the type nigga that's built to last |
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You fuck with me, I put my foot in your ass |
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I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall |
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That you might need a giraffe, when you was counting this cash, nigga |
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[Hook: x2] |
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RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) |
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RIP, We just killed the club, |
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Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Let's goo) |
