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R.I.P. (Interlude)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
R.I.P. (Interlude) adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Innanetwav. (UU) tarafından 5 Nisan 2019 tarihinde yayınlandıYoung
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Çıkış Tarihi5 Nisan 2019
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TRACK 6 - R.I.P. (INTERLUDE)
[HOOK]
We don't sign no deals,
we go straight up to the hills
Pray for dollar bills,
we don't like no Dr. Phils
We don't show no love,
We got hearts that give you chills
Oh, be careful what you wish for,
you might get yourself killed.
[BRIDGE]
We don't got no correlation for that conversation, 
aye
Lately **** in your hood been learning imitation, 
aye
We the youngest in the building,
don’t get in your feelings, 
aye
Ain't got time for all that crap you talking, 
we don't take it, 
ah,
yeah
 VERSE 1
Problem is I got many problems I could never solve,
Why they hate?
Coz they can't debate the boy on, 
coz they just get pissed off,
Plug called and made three drops
Cherry on top,
we ain't coming small
We just stacking tall, 
boy we gotta ball
Spent an André on an entrée,
3 stacks
My Béyonce on that four-play
You **** ain't ready for new shit
Stick to the plan like a toothpick
Cava le combo,
got Riky Rick
Left your main girl with a blue tick
We got no time for that nuisance
Youngest on top and that's ever since,
they heard about the Teenage Influence
 
Pray for the game when they prey on my name
These **** been lying,
they bullshittin’
I took your girl, 
started rocking her world,
You **** should worry 'bout who's hittin’
What do I do with that dirty kitten?
I hit her once and she stay smitten
New boys on the block ****
UU gang,
We a lot ****,
Mama never raised no quitter
Ain't they tell you I'm a blade slinger?
We all about it, 
never went to college
Flow slicky-hicky,
got a virus
My bank account never minus
I got **** all about the violence
Pimped out
Autotune auto-pilot
T-Pain, 
young **** lane
Drippin’ on 'em,
Shit, we make it rain
Cried late nights,
had long fights with the fam for the price of fame
Boy I stayed whipping in the kitchen,
Talking to the ones who never listened
They would hate on my shine coz they never glistened
I do this shit for my young ****,
we dun' went from Lauryn Hill to Hilfiger.
 VERSE 2
Waiting for you, girl 
To take your time
So when you’re done I can blow your mind
Oou baby girl,
I had to bring you to the North side
Got gorgeous palm trees,
amazing wine
How does it feel when you’re walking with a rockstar?
How does it feel when cameras flashing like a cop car?
I bet you’re hiding coz you’re not ready for this life
The world ain’t ready to know just exactly who you are
 [HOOK]
Written by: KAYZ "808x" GUMBO, REABETSWE KUNGWANE
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