2 Chainz - R-I-P (Feat- Young Jeezy) Lyrics
[Hook]R.I.P we just killed the clubDrank patron out the bottle, almost killed a thugIm so high I can't feel the drugsToo many haters sitting hereI dont feel the loveR.I.P (X4)R.I.P we just killed the clubTook patron to the head, almost killed a thug[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]Im in a brand new drop top 'Rari with 3 *****esTired being in the middle of trial with 3 snitchesAnd I hit up every club in your cityWhere niggas at?I be in every club in the hoodWhere niggas at?Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was BabyOn my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80'sWho the nigga think he isSlick Rick or Dana DaneThink he Rakim or somethin, look at his chainYSL, from head to toe, Im Doug E FreshLooking like I came to play, Mitchell and NessAny nigga with a watch like thatHe need attentionYour man dont ball out like thatYou need to bench him[Hook][Verse 2: Young Jeezy]Im gone, dont know where Im goingPockets on extra big, they on SamoanGot some bad *****es all in my sectionJust let some more inAnd every nigga came in with me'll kick your door inRoll up, pass it around like we JamaicanWhole pounds strapped up in this ***** like we some HaitiansShe got good head, good brains, good educationIm drunker than a mother*****er, heres the situation:1:45 am, the knob brokenBy the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall openMan the nerve of this high-ass *****She on the MollyShe said she she want me to call her Ms. BerryShe think she Halle[Hook][Verse 3: 2 Chainz]Got a pocket full of dead prezAttatched to your girl like a .jpegParty scene turn to a murder sceneKeep shittin on niggas, need potty trainTurn up, collard greenIm on gasoline andIm on that promethazineLife ain't nothin but a G thingSwitch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-stringIm the type of nigga thats built to lastYou ***** with me, Ill put my foot in your assI got a million in stash, I stack my money so tallThat you might need a giraffeWhen you was countin this cash, nigga![Hook]
