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featuring Young Jeezy (Hook) RIP We just killed the club, Drink patron out the bottle almost killed a thug When I'm so high, I can’t feel the drugs Too many haters in here, I don’t feel the love. RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) RIP, We just killed the club, Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug. (Verse) I’m in a brand new dropped top rari with three bitches Tired of being in middle trial with three snitches. And I hit up every club in your city where niggas at? I be in every club in the hood, where niggas at? Pulled up, jumped out stuntin like I was Baby I’m on my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's. Who a nigga think he is? Slick Rick or Danny Dane Think he Rakim or something, look at his chain. Why self from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh Lookin 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. Letras de canciones(Hook) RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) RIP, We just killed the club, Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Lets goo) RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) RIP, We just killed the club, Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Lets goo) (Verse) I’m gone, don’t know where I’m going Pockets on extra big, they on Somalian Got some bad bitches off in my section, just let some more in And every nigga that came here with me, kick your door in. Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we so Haitian She got good head, good brains, good education. I’m drunker than a mother fucker here’s the situation: 1:45 AM the nine broken, by the time a nigga get to the crib the mall open Man the nerve of this hot ass bitch, she on the molly She said she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle. (Hook) RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) RIP, We just killed the club, Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Lets goo) RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) RIP, We just killed the club, Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Lets goo) RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) RIP, We just killed the club, Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Lets goo) (Verse) Got a pocket full of dead bread Attached to your girl like a jpeg. Party scene turn to a murder scene Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train. Turn up, colligreen I’m on gasoline and I’m on that promethayzine Life aint nuthin but a G thang, switch lane, get brain Hand down her g-string. I’m the type nigga thats built to last, You fuck with me, I 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 counting this cash, nigga. (Hook) RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) RIP, We just killed the club, Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Lets goo) RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) RIP, We just killed the club, Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (Lets goo) From Letras Mania