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letra de r.i.p. - young jeezy

ya, what’s up?
that’s what i’m sayign though,
we gotta hurry up so we can go to the club n-gg-, (2 chainz)

rip we just killed the club,
drink patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
when i’m so high, i can’t feel the drugs
too many haters in here, i don’t feel the love

[hook:]
rip, rip, rip (yeah) rip (what)
rip, we just killed the club,
drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (let’s goo)

[verse 1: young jeezy]
i’m in a brand new dropped top rari with three b-tches
tired of being in middle trial with three snitches
and i hit up every club in your city where n-gg-s at?
i be in every club in the hood, where n-gg-s at?
pulled up, jumped out stuntin like i was baby
on my cocaine cowboy sh-t, like in the 80’s
who da n-gg- think he is? slick rick or danny dane
think he rakim or something, look at his chain
ysl from head to toe, i’m dougie fresh
lookin like i came to play mitch-ll and ness
any n-gg- with a watch like that he need attention
your man don’t ball out like that, you need to bench him

[hook: x2]
rip, rip, rip (yeah) rip (what)
rip, we just killed the club,
drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (let’s goo)

[verse 2: young jeezy]
i’m gone, don’t know where i’m going
pockets on extra big, they on samoan
got some bad b-tches off in my section, just let some more in
and every n-gg- that came here with me, kick your door in
roll up, p-ss it around like we jamaican
whole pounds strapped up in this b-tch like we so haitian
she got good head, good brains, good education
i’m drunker than a mother f-cker heres the situation
1: 45 am the kn-b broken, by the time a n-gg- get to the crib the mall open
man the nerve of this high -ss b-tch, she on the molly
she said she want me to call her ms. berry, she think she halle

[hook: x2]
rip, rip, rip (yeah) rip (what)
rip, we just killed the club,
drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (let’s goo)

[verse 3: 2 chainz]
(2 chainz) got a pocket full of dead bread
attached to your girl like a jpeg
party scene turn to a murder scene
keep sh-ttin on n-gg-s, need potty train
turn up, colligreen
i’m on gasoline and i’m on that promethazine
life ain’t nuthin but a g thang, switch lane, get brain
hand down her g-string
i’m the type n-gg- that’s built to last
you f-ck with me, i put my foot in your -ss
i got a million in stash, i stack my money so tall
that you might need a giraffe, when you was counting this cash, n-gg-

[hook: x2]
rip, rip, rip (yeah) rip (what)
rip, we just killed the club,
drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (let’s goo)

- young jeezy

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