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RIP (feat. Offset)
31.448
Hip-Hop/Rap
RIP (feat. Offset) dirilis pada 27 April 2018 oleh Never Broke Again, LLC sebagai bagian dari album Until Death Call My Name Reloaded
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Tanggal Rilis27 April 2018
LabelNever Broke Again, LLC
BahasaEnglish
Melodiksi
Level Akustik
Valence
Kemampuan untuk menari
Energi
BPM81

Lirik

Motherfuck them **** and what they say 'bout me
You do too much talkin', you a Fed, prolly
Drive-by in my pocket, got them dead bodies
My Goyard look like morgue, that's them dead bodies
R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P
Thirty thousand, I just hit for three
R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P
Don't pay these bitches, she gon' fuck for free
R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P
I'm in that foreign, that's like sixty G's
R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P
Dead prezis, I'm on a killin' spree
Killin' spree, covered in Supreme
Strapped with a beam with them racks all in my jeans
Brand new Benz, that's a hundred G's
If I drop twenty, I most likely hit for three
Foreign keys, droppin' the top when I hop in the Bentley
I'm taking the doors off the Lamb', these **** be hatin', they say that it's rented
Overseas
.38 Baby, deposit, they sent it
I'm takin' off twenty three
No Michael Jordan, I cover myself in Givenchy
I do too much flexin', what the say about me
Ooh, dead prezis in my pocket, that's your head prolly
He do too much talkin', he on meds prolly
But I'm screamin' "Fuck them **** and what they say 'bout me," 'cause I'm steady hollerin'
R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P
Thirty thousand, I just hit for three
R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P
Don't pay these bitches, she gon' fuck for free
R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P
I'm in that foreign, that's like sixty G's
R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P
Dead prezis, I'm on a killin' spree
Catch him down bad, he sleep, stankin' bodies out here reek
Black coupe look like Deacons, gang full of hyenas
Sippin' on drink, I'm gettin' paranoid, what's that noise?
Fuckin' on somebody bitch tonight, it's yours, is it yours?
Smokin' on cookie blunts so much, you smellin' it out my pores
I got this stick on me now and I don't wanna shoot, but you feelin' the sword
MC Hammer like Thor, she wanna fuck, sure
I shit on you, cow manure, empty my clip and my wrists are sore, we want action
All my **** in the field, ****, what's happenin?
Laws of attraction
Hit him with the butt of a steel like I'm baseball battin'
Never subtractin'
P-90 hit, no kick, it split and turn your ass to a fraction
My wrist is lit, I'm Mr. Drippy-Drip, I've givin' out glasses
R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P
Thirty thousand, I just hit for three
R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P
Don't pay these bitches, she gon' fuck for free
R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P
I'm in that foreign, that's like sixty G's
R-I-P, R-I, R-I-P
Dead prezis, I'm on a killin' spree
Written by: Kentrell Gaulden, Kiari Cephus, Norman Payne
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