Lyrics R.I.P - Remix - YG , Chris Brown , Kendrick Lamar , Jeezy

Yeah, what, I said "
R.I.P"
It′s the remix killer, mike Jack was alive I'll remix thriller,
Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T, give a damn if I never
Be a hot MC, cause I′m a hood nigga, first on everybody
List, buy the whole club P, don't fuck with no Cris, that
Average ass watch can't fuck with my wrist, them average
Ass hoes can′t fuck with my bitch.
To the Window, to the motherfuckin′ wall, enough money
In my jean to buy a motherfuckin' mall, got thr choppas in
The back, bulletproof, that′s my hummer
R.I.P.
To the competition, this is my summer
R.I.P I wanna kill the judge, tryna lock the homie up, they
Don't feel the thug, I′m Thursty but I don't give a fuck,
Fuckin with my ex cause I′m still in love, I can teach you
How to fuckin have stack money, I ain't went Hollywood I
Just act funny, but I know you want this pipe like a crap bummy.
Stop playing I'm tryna smash like a crash dummy
Don′t start no shit,
It wont be no shit,
I can′t take yo bitch if I don't see yo bitch,
We done see that snow Nat Geo bitch,
Cancel her and get another like im Nino bitch Whats up
R.I.P,
R.I.P,
R.I.P,
R.I.P.
R.I.P
We just killed the club.
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug.
Turn up in this bitch and beamin′ and shit, hundred hoes,
Hundredfold, this my seasonand shit, stomach on belly
Belly roll, bitch I'm eatin′ and shit, you a vegan and shit, get
Off my penis and shit, look a bad bitch, I back that bitch
Nigga back back, pull it out the grab bag, turn this hoe to
Baghdad, bags on my eyes, I don't sleep much, we up.
Bitch I beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up and
R.I.P to P-nut, lil Eric Mausberg, 4 bent,
Compton I live that.
Long hair weave with no extensions,
Glock 17 with extension bumpin′ sugar free in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it like it's ′97, watch a porno movie holla chitty
Chitty bang, this Com-Town gang, fuck whoever don′t like it, lil' K-dot be the name, bitch
R.I.P,
R.I.P,
R.I.P,
R.I.P,
R.I.P we just killed the club, took patron to the head, almost killed a thug.
R.I.P to the V.I.P.
I got my lil niggas in the club fuck I.
My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas and molly
Make the white girl look chinese, O.H.B.
My niggas out here ballin′ And all these fake ass artists, ya'll niggas out here drawing.
Ok now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed and If you started from the bottom, gon′ come out the closet, Ha.
You problematic, I bought them ratchets and automatics Clip hold 32, I make you feel the magic you gon' see the flashes, like you in a pageant.
All black suits, and them long caddys
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