R.I.P Lyrics

[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I say RIP its the remix killer
Mike Jack was alive I remix Thriller
Trapstar bitch spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause Im a hood nigga
First stoned everybody listen
Buy the whole club Pejo fuck with no Crys
Every watch cant fuck with my wrist
Them average ass hoes cant fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the motherfuckin' wall
Enough money in my jean to buy a motherfuckin' mall
Got the choppers in the back bullet proof thats my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my ..

[Verse 2: YG]
R.I.P. I wanna kill the judge
Shinin' like the homie up they dont feel the thug
I'm thirsty, but I dont give a fuck
Fuckin' with my ex cause Im still in love
I can teach you how to fuck and how to stack money
I aint wearin' Hollywood you just act funny
Girl I know you want this pipe like a crack dummy
Stop playin', Im trying to hit like a crash dummy
Dont start no shit wont be no shit

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
I cant take your bitch if I dont see your bitch
Really seen that Snow Nat Geo bitch
Cancel her get another like amino bitch
Whats up?

[Hook x2: Young Jeezy]
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R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Run off in this bitch and Im beamin and shit
Hundred hoes, hundred foes thats my season and shit
Stomach on belly rolled bitch Im eatin' and shit
You a vegan and shit, get off my penis and shit
Look a bad bitch I bag that bitch nigga bag back
Pull it out the grab bag turn this how to Baghdad
Bag on my eyes so I dont sleep much, we up
Bitch I beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up
RIP to Peanut, lil egg, big bag, Mosburg, for big, Compton I live that
Long hair weave with extensions, glocc 17 with the extention
Bumpin' sugar free in the automatic dualie tv in it like its 97 watchin porno movies
Holler chiddy chiddy bang its the countdown gang
Fuck whoever dont like it, lil K Dot be the name bitch

[Hook x2]

[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
Look, R.I.P. to the VIP
I got my lil niggas in the club fuck I.D,
My niggas kill at will, give you black eyes peas
and the molly make the white girl look Chinese
okay, always be my niggas out here ballin'
And all you fake ass artists, ya'll niggas out here drawin'
Okay, now dearly departed
I bought a plane I depart it
And if you started from the bottom gon' come out the closet
You problematic, I bought them ratchets and automatics
Clip hold thirty-two, I make you feel the Magic
You gon' see the flashes like you in a pageant
All black suits and them long caddys

[Hook x4]