Young Jeezy Ft. 2 Chainz lyrics : "R.I.P. (Explicit)"
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle, almost killed a thug
Im so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters sitting here
I dont feel the love
R.I.P (X4)
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Im in a brand new drop top 'Rari with 3 (*##$es
Tired being in the middle of trial with 3 snitches
And I hit up every club in your city
Where ^!$$%s at?
I be in every club in the hood
Where ^!$$%s at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy %#@!, like in the 80's
Who the ^!$$% think he is
Slick Rick or Dana Dane
Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain
YSL, from head to toe, Im Dougie Fresh
Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any ^!$$% with a watch like that
He need attention
Your man dont ball out like that
You need to bench him
[Hook]
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle, almost killed a thug
Im so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters sitting here
I dont feel the love
R.I.P (X4)
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Im gone, dont know where Im going
Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan
Got some bad (*##$es all in my section
Just let some more in
And every ^!$$% came in with me'll kick your door in
Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this (*##$ like we some Hatians
She got good head, good brains, good education
Im drunker than a mother$#&@er, heres the situation:
1:45 am, the knob broken
By the time a ^!$$% get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of this high-ass (*##$
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 killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle, almost killed a thug
Im so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters sitting here
I dont feel the love
R.I.P (X4)
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Got a pocket full of dead prez
Attatched to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Keep %#@!tin on ^!$$%s, need potty train
Turn up, collard green
Im on gasoline and
Im on that promethazine
Life ain't nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
Im the type of ^!$$% thats built to last
You $#&@ with me, Ill put my foot in your $$#
I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall
That you might need a giraffe
When you was countin this cash, ^!$$%!
[Hook]
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle, almost killed a thug
Im so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters sitting here
I dont feel the love
R.I.P (X4)
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
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