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letra de r.i.p. - children of the corn (memphis)

verse 1:

my money is kinda low they don’t think we know a better way
how to make my cash flow and how to make these b-tches hate
see i gots’ to break it down and make these hoes understand
run yo f-ckin masterplan on how to do a n-gga in
move in closer listen b-tch cause man i don’t have time to waste
money is the way of life and money keeps my pockets straight
don’t hesitate to walk the strip so please don’t please don’t play with daddy b-tch
when i ask for cash all you b-tches better bring it quick

verse 2:

like ever since the day a n-gga make me wana make me get my clip
lost my daddy nine six im finna let this sh-t jus hit the air the atmosphere be full up here
when i have my dreams having bad visions of phenomena mane cold is gripping the scenes
i told you tricks that once before mane f-ck you bustas talkin trash
load my slugs then [?] bust yo ass

verse 3:
how you really ever deal with when god you be under-estimate
real motherf-ckin’ n-ggas comin’ straight from [?] lake
n-gga can you feel me do you see just what i’m getting at
so 5-0 just the only thing you need before you special seed
be smart and take pride in the thing’s you do
cause’ you never know when the reaper comes to humble you
(i’m comin’ fool)
never ever underestimate putting b-tches where we always did
well real let these n-ggas know “they see a clique n0body shoot”
verse 4:
oh nay what my daddy say “god help me through this sh-t r.i.p. daniel [?]”
watch your back n-gga [?] i’m on my feet
lots you n-ggas talk that sh-t now r.i.p. rest in peace

outro:
yea yea
r.i.p. n-gga yea
r.i.p. young n-gga mane
yea r.i.p. to my n-ggas mane
he want me to have some fame so i gotta bust my thang’

- children of the corn memphis

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