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choppa hate niggas (Gamg) Like the KKK (Huh) Shoot my shot, at your bitch and then I fade away (Bitch) Like I'm MJ (Huh) R.I.P to Kobe (R.I.P) Why you
boys out here Feds R.I.P. to C-Mo, I really miss my dawg Back when Diamond D was selling CDs at the mall I told myself, wasn't no love for no Oak Cliff
Yeah, you know, that I'm rich Yeah, you know it, that I'm rich, and- Yeah When I get on the beat it's R.I.P When I get on the beat it's R.I.P I'mma come
time like Christmas, the gift is the present R.I.P. Kareem, R.I.P. Lil Snupe R.I.P. Great Grandma, R.I.P. Papa too Two wanted to go to college, one
I've never been on my face cuz I ain't built like that I've always made p fam I got skills like that Easy come easy goes get it done spend the doe
be like so happy Get a good look at me Get a good look at me Won't be for free Shoutout the bro in AZ Selling the tree That boy is a G R.I.P to Lil
temporarily then how can I become O.G If I ain't gon' put the work then how can I be pushin' P I swear I'ma be O.P, if I follow G.O.D I be workin' hella O.T
Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die 7-7-7, go to heaven when I die But I'm a legend, bitch, I'll never ever die R.I.P. my brother
the nigga out Smack the nigga up, stomp the nigga out, clap clap the nigga up [T3] She got a man, but her man ain't me I'm a, M-A-see, to P-I-M-P
exist to cease, understand That God hates blacks, shades, and all the players Mr. P.I.G 'cause I fuckin' see Sure already done crushed all of my
XPD OG off codeine, need more lean Need more weed to proceed I know B's, I throw B's, tall P's I know Pirus I know Nine Deuce If I call 'em they
know L-O-V-E H-A-T-E Love me and hate me you know how it go T-R-I-P bitch R-I-P I cannot answer the phone 'cause I'm gone Tryna fight all
Ole Ole hey Ole Ole hey Ole Ole oh-la! Sing a song and have some fun when all the work is done See-A-P-T-A-I-N-J-A-see-K I'm the captain
But nigga I don't box, I'm the M to the P I crush domes - I got some niggaz that'll break bones And if I can't catch you, then I'ma follow yo' bitch
R.I.P. to the girl you used to see Her days are over, baby she's over I decided to give you all of me Baby come closer, baby come closer Sexy
dreadlocks yea I tell her fix her face no botox yea P I aint Pete but I come wit the rerock yea Bandana on my glock like I'm tupac yea Baby gone drive
P.S, I love you P.S, I love you P.S, I love you
(swag), Gelato (swag) Gelato (swag), Gelato (swag) Gelato (swag), Gelato Yeah, I keep a zip I feel like Skateboard P I got the ice on freeze
Get of my T.I.P (Tip) No checking of I.D because we V.I.P (Vip) No square if you're squaring roots without the P.I.E (Pie) Box out if they're boxing in,
pushing p Literally high I p my house from here I'm really outta here I'm in the stratosphere Picasso it's the visions clear millions an millions I need it
informants, cuz I don't know how to act, I been here from the gang, ain't no turning back, R.I.P. Danbop, it's time to put Ruff Buff on the map, B.S.P., M.B.,
They gon let the Wolf out the cage Yea I'm with your girl Sick of goofy ass lames yea she want a P.I.M.P. Yea I'm pushing P yea I'm takin off my McQueen
[Chorus] I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l [Verse One] If
капли После ухожу закат Пока! R.I.P. Mac Miller, R.I.P. 2Pac, R.I.P. Dank, R.I.P. брат Я теряю фарт Если без него не можешь - нахуй нужен Это просто
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