R.I.P (Remix) [feat. Chris Brown, Yg, Kendrick Lamar]

歌詞

R.I.P we just killed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost killed a thug I'm so high I can't feel the drugs Too many haters sitting here I don't feel the love R.I.P, R.I.P R.I.P, R.I.P R.I.P we just killed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost killed a thug I'm 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 something, look at his chain YSL, from head to toe, I'm Doug E Fresh Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness Any nigga with a watch like that He need attention Your man don't ball out like that You need to bench him R.I.P we just killed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P, R.I.P R.I.P, R.I.P R.I.P we just killed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost killed a thug I'm gone, don't know where I'm going Pockets on extra big, they're 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 Haitians She got good head, good brains, good education I'm drunker than a motherfucker here's the situation: 1:45 am, the knob 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 Took Patrón to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P, R.I.P R.I.P, R.I.P R.I.P we just killed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost killed a thug Got a pocket full of dead prez Attached to your girl like a .jpeg Party scene turn to a murder scene Keep shitting on niggas, need potty train Turn up, collard green I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine Life ain't nothing but a G thing Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string I'm the type of nigga that's 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 counting this cash nigga! R.I.P we just killed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P, R.I.P R.I.P, R.I.P R.I.P we just killed the club Took Patrón to the head, almost killed a thug