Текст песни R.I.P. - Young Jeezy , 2 Chainz
R.I.P
we
just
killed
the
club
Drank
patron
out
the
bottle
almsot
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
R.I.P
R.I.P
R.I.P
R.I.P
we
just
killed
the
club
Took
patron
to
the
head
almsot
killed
a
thug
Im
in
a
brand
new
drop
top
'Rari
with
3 bitches
Tired
being
in
the
middle
of
trial
with
3 snitches
And
I
hit
up
every
club
in
your
city
Where
niggas
at?
I
be
in
every
club
in
the
hood
Where
niggas
at?
Pull
up,
jump
out
stuntin
like
I
was
Baby
On
my
cocaine
cowboy
shit,
like
in
the
80's
Who
the
nigga
think
he
is
Slick
Rick
or
Dana
Dane
Think
he
Rakim
or
somethin,
look
at
his
chain
Myself,
from
head
to
toe,
Im
Dougie
Fresh
Looking
like
I
came
to
play,
Mitchell
and
Ness
Any
nigga
with
a
watch
like
that
He
need
attention
Your
man
dont
ball
out
like
that
You
need
to
bench
him
R.I.P
we
just
killed
the
club
Drank
patron
out
the
bottle
almsot
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
R.I.P
R.I.P
R.I.P
R.I.P
we
just
killed
the
club
Took
patron
to
the
head
almsot
killed
a
thug
Im
gone,
dont
know
where
Im
going
Pockets
on
extra
big,
they
on
Samoan
Got
some
bad
bitches
all
in
my
section
Just
let
some
more
in
And
every
nigga
came
in
with
me'll
kick
your
door
in
Roll
up,
pass
it
around
like
we
Jamaican
Whole
pounds
strapped
up
in
this
bitch
like
we
some
Hatians
She
got
good
head,
good
brains,
good
education
Im
drunker
than
a
motherfucker,
heres
the
situation:
1:45
am,
the
nights
broken
By
the
time
a
nigga
get
to
the
crib,
the
mall
open
Man
the
nerve
of
this
high-ass
bitch
She
on
the
molly
She
said
she
she
want
me
to
call
her
Ms.
Berry
She
think
she
Halle
R.I.P
we
just
killed
the
club
Drank
patron
out
the
bottle
almsot
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
R.I.P
R.I.P
R.I.P
R.I.P
we
just
killed
the
club
Took
patron
to
the
head
almsot
killed
a
thug
Got
a
pocket
full
of
dead
prez
Attatched
to
your
girl
like
a
.jpeg
Party
scene
turn
to
a
murder
scene
Keep
shittin
on
niggas,
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
nigga
thats
built
to
last
You
fuck
with
me,
Ill
put
my
foot
in
your
ass
I
got
a
million
in
stash,
I
stack
my
money
so
tall
That
you
might
need
a
giraffe
When
you
was
countin
this
cash,
nigga!
R.I.P
we
just
killed
the
club
Drank
patron
out
the
bottle
almsot
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
R.I.P
R.I.P
R.I.P
R.I.P
we
just
killed
the
club
Took
patron
to
the
head
almsot
killed
a
thug
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