R.I.P. - August: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

R.I.P.

Christian & Gospel

R.I.P. adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Vigor Music Inc tarafından 29 Aralık 2018 tarihinde yayınlandıR.I.P. - Single

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümR.I.P. - Single

Çıkış Tarihi29 Aralık 2018

FirmaVigor Music Inc

DilEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM90

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

August Clark

Songwriter

Antonio Burrell Turner

Antonio Burrell Turner

Songwriter

Şarkı sözleri

She show off her pics

I show out the fit

And she gotta mitch yeah

I'ma get rich

Shorty gets down

Baby you lit

And you gotta a problem

You messing with him

I'm sliding through

Hop in the coupe

Baby you're rude

I know I am too

You tried my stick

You drink my juice

I drop you off

Grab onto my tool

I act a fool

And that's not who I am

It's bout what I do

My feelings on 10

Cause I caught them for you

Moving at rapid speed

Moving so drastically

Do it so causally

Did it like we done it before

I know you wanted some more

The only reason that you call

Why you gotta press ignore

"why you even texting me?"

Why you asking if I drink

Girl you know that I pore it every weekend with my team

Pull up jeweled up to the scene

Noticed you eyeballing me

Girl I know you want some meat

Ima slide down your street, let's go hangout at the beach

Girl I'm chilling by the sea, ain't shit about to bother me

Got me feeling like I'm meek

My shit loud you got weak

Don't worry, I'ma leave

Only see you in my dreams

What you doing what's this mean

I can"t hang around no fiends

Fuck around and catch a fee

R-I-P, R-I-P

R-I-P to the vros, the ones who not here no more

I am sorry if i went ghost

I had go on my own

R-I-P to the most

Of course let's have a toast

Praise the ones from before

Way before

Yeah I know

You know I miss you when you gone

You know that I can feel the vibe is wrong

Wish you'd just pick up the phone

To tell me everything ain't personal

Hard to feel safe in my home

They got some grudges I might just head out to Rome

Ain't in my budget but you know it's in my zone

"On call big bro"

I'm here to go ball out and she want a Bentley

Testing her patience she wanna end me

Yeah my life private they wanna end me

Don't get me violent

Back how we left it

Feeling bad again

Oh my bad again

Oh my fault you sad again

Then we be back again

Oh my god we crashed again

R-I-P to the vros, the ones who not here no more

I am sorry if I went ghost

I had go on my own

R-I-P to the most

Of course let's have a toast

Praise the ones from before

Way before

Yeah I know

I'm sliding through

Hop in the coupe

Baby you're rude

I know I am too

You tried my stick

You drink my juice

I drop you off

Grab onto my tool

I act a fool

(You drink my juice)

(Baby you're rude)

Written by: Antonio Burrell Turner, August Clark

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