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letra de rip drakeo - 24lik & 392 lil head

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rip drakeo lyrics
[intro:realrichizzo & 392 lil head]
realrich, sh-t bustin’
lil head, yeah
24
24
(jaym made a banger)

[verse 1: 392 lil head]
it’s a low percentage of me dyin’, what’s the ratio?
your b-tch just pulled up and gave f-ll-tio
i just threw my chop out the window, r.i.p. drakeo
b-tch just asked can she get some head, what she take me for?
b-tch, don’t point that camera in my face, i’ma take your phone
we ain’t bus drivers, but we’ll take you home, n-gga
f-ck king james, we’ll take the throne
this me talkin’ to her period, “ayy, come on”
fat taе trippin’ in the booth, he done atе the song
walk in, izzo up next, who your paper on, n-gga?
f-ck j ally’s, we at capers, ho
this n-gga izzo ain’t bald, his taper low
you know the strippers shakin’ ass when my tape come on
we already sn-tched the rapper kit, we tryna take some more
boy, this b-tch already f-ckin’, what you rape her for? (you a rapist)
lik just asked her to f-ck, what you cakin’ for?

[verse 2: 24lik]
rondae gon’ be mad as h-ll when he come home
’cause all his brothers been gettin’ they ass sent home
b-tch, we up on the score, they gettin’ blew out
i don’t wanna f-ck that b-tch, her p-ssy blew out
i ain’t gettin’ slid on, b-tch, it’s gon’ be a shootout
[verse 3: realrichizzo]
i upped my wrist, she said, “dang,” like she luol
b-tch, the chopper get to shakin’ like a luau
off the drank dead with two k’s like this woo house (r.i.p. woo)

[verse 4: 24lik]
slap a titty on the glizzy, this a big drum
and i got forty-nine shots if i miss one
i’m rollin’ trilly in the swisher ’cause he was a bum
b-tch, i’m five murders in, i ain’t attemptin’ one
he kept trollin’ on the ‘gram and lost his fingers for it
coach, get him out the game, dame been gettin’ tortured
b-tch, the city know we spin more than wheel of fortune
one more k!ll and them lil’ n-ggas gon’ have to forfeit

[verse 5: realrichizzo]
just put a n-gga in the air, but we don’t rock forces
i ain’t even have to beat his ass, i let the glock horse him
he gon’ get his ass blew, you better stop corbin
neiman marcus, saks fifth, i don’t shop nordstrom

[outro: realrichizzo]
the f-ck?
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
cash gang sh-t, 24
what up, lik? what up, head?
gang

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