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letra de rip nip (where yo money at freestyle) - omb peezy

[intro]
[?] nipsey, la
real sh-t gon’ last, yeah
[?] gang sh-t is goin’ on
(mustard on the beat, ho)

[verse 1]
ayy first off rip nip, glock never leave the hip
lil’ b-tch wanna f-ck but i just wan’ stuff my pockets and dip
you know you bound to sink, you f-ck with strangers get ’em off your ship
i ain’t never fall in love, what is you thinking?
did i make it clear?
where the p’s at?
probably in the project with a dirty racket
fly just with like thirty thou’, d-mn why did i gave her that molly?
you don’t know who did it but that body know you heard about it
i pour up, watch that syrup, drop that bag got your girl gobblin’

[refrain]
where your cheese at?
you ain’t got no motherf-ckin’ money
wanna go to war broke?
boy you a motherf-ckin’ dummy
she tell me go deeper, b-tch i’m in your motherf-ckin’ stomach
told her i gotta call the doctor, got that lil’ hoe walking funny

[verse 2]
orange red, wearing pants sagging, cold hearted n-gga
i’m from orange grove projects, i was raised around k!llers
no sneak dissin’, i’ma let ’em know that i don’t feel ’em
and when it’s beef, sh-t, why would i let ’em know that i’ma drill ’em?
just a youngin’ duckin’ the system, boy, you a hoe if you kiss her
and i keep a roll in my denim, she wan’ eat the d-ck up for dinner

[chorus]
i say where your bag at? where your bag at?
yeah, yeah
where your bag at? where your bag at?
yeah, yeah

[verse 3]
twenty thousand on my necklace, don’t test me it get ugly
if he cooling, tell them n-ggas throw a ribbon, then we get to bussin’
i don’t give a f-ck about that paper, i put that b-tch on my cousin
gotta get a rental in la, think i’ma maserati truck it
hard on the internet but when they see me it ain’t nothing
just bought a brand new burner, i’m tryna show you how it work
acting stupid in the club and get you dumb ass murdered
and you bought that brand new fit, for me to put you in the dirt
and we can get it all, cut you off if you switching up
your partner on the floor, you better pick him up and get the f-ck
your partner on the floor, you better pick him up and get gone
givenchy on my feet when i step out, i got that sh-t on

[refrain]
say lil’ n-gga where your cheese at?
you ain’t got no motherf-ckin’ money
wanna go to war broke?
boy you a motherf-ckin’ dummy
she tell me go deeper, b-tch i’m in your motherf-ckin’ stomach
you ain’t got nothing in your pockets, how you laughing like it’s funny?

[chorus]
i say where your bag at? where your bag at? (where your bag at?)
yeah, yeah
where your bag at? where your bag at? (where your bag at?)
yeah, yeah

[outro]
ayy where that cash at?
yeah, yeah
ayy where that cash at?
where your bag at?
yeah, yeah
first off rip nip, glock never leave the hip
lil’ b-tch wanna f-ck but i just wan’ stuff my pockets and dip
you know you bound to sink, you f-ck with strangers get ’em off your ship
i ain’t never fall in love, what is you thinking?
did i make it clear?

- omb peezy

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