Lyrics R.I.P - Bbymutha

Wavy Wallace
Momma, you look like a rockstar

Tired of feeling sorry for a nigga
Oh, you back, I guess you just in time for winter
You want me to keep you warm again
Wanna find your comfort in my confidence
Wanna take and never even give, that's how you live
You a collector, I'm a rare piece
Can't afford and yet you can't deny me
You done bit off more than you can chew, I got your card declining
And then me, a silly bitch in love, I'm covering your debt
Like fuck the next, this nigga dying for me, now he just an ex
It ain't complex, you just like flexing on me
You like sucking out my soul just 'cause you feeling lonely
I let him bust in every hole, it give you feelings, don't it?
You lie to me, I take control, know you ain't really want me
My pussy give a nigga hope, these niggas treat me like a joke
I kick 'em out, I leave 'em 'lone, my energy, it haunt they soul
Your new bitches play my songs, imagine I make her move like you could never
The wrong bitch to play with, trust me, I'm too clever, nigga

Fuck that nigga, take his bread (One day, when you call me I'll be dead, bitch)
Fuck his homies, leave 'em dead (Okay, one day, when you call me I'll be dead)
Fuck that nigga, take his bread (I ain't missing out on living loving you, I'm loving me instead)
Fuck his homies, leave 'em dead (Okay, one day, when you call me I'll be dead, bitch)
Fuck that nigga, take his bread (One day, when you call me I'll be dead, nigga)
Fuck his homies, leave 'em dead (Okay, one day, when you call me I'll be dead)
Fuck that nigga, chase his bread (I ain't missing out on money chasing you, I'm chasing bread instead)
Fuck his homies, leave 'em dead (Okay, one day, when you call me I'll be dead)

Paranoia turn a bitch into a beast, I need a belle
Need a blunt, need a lighter, need a Uber back to Hell
Need my chopper fully loaded, I go mermaid with the shell
All this curve on me, I move like Aphrodite, cast a spell
I can't give you more of me, you don't appreciate
Packing all your shit, I'm over you, I gotta levitate
Won't participate, won't let my self-esteem disintegrate
Can't manipulate if I deactivate
Cross a bunch of lines, won't spare your life if I retaliate
I'ma get you straight, I'm not the type of bitch to set your fucking table just to fix your plate
I need eye for eye like fuck a ride or die, you must be high
I can't hold you down, you not around to even qualify
Keep these pussy niggas in my shuffle, swap 'em, Spotify
You wasn't the one, I had to add, subtract, and multiply
And now I got my sum, what's done is done, I got my receipts
Return that shit to sender, get a refund, go and cop a Jeep

Fuck that nigga, take his bread (One day, when you call me I'll be dead, bitch)
Fuck his homies, leave 'em dead (Okay, one day, when you call me I'll be dead)
Fuck that nigga, take his bread (I ain't missing out on living loving you, I'm loving me instead)
Fuck his homies, leave 'em dead (Okay, one day, when you call me I'll be dead, bitch)
Fuck that nigga, take his bread (One day, when you call me I'll be dead, nigga)
Fuck his homies, leave 'em dead (Okay, one day, when you call me I'll be dead)
Fuck that nigga, chase his bread (I ain't missing out on money chasing you, I'm chasing bread instead)
Fuck his homies, leave 'em dead (Okay, one day, when you call me I'll be dead)

Fuck that nigga, take his bread
Fuck his homies, leave 'em dead
Fuck that nigga, take his bread
Fuck his homies, leave 'em dead