DJ DRAMA & FABOLOUS - Mr. R.I.P lyrics

rate me

R-R I-I P-P

R-R I-I P-P

Picture the top on a 6 series goin poof

It goes underneath, call it Berry in the roof

I keep it a hundred, don't worry about the proof

And I stay chipped up, don't worry bout my tooth

Clark Kent flow, I just hurry in the booth

Come out so fly you would think I had a cape on

Fresh Prince J's

I got them grapes on

I keep killing shit till all the yellow tape's gone

I look like money

Resemblance so striking

28 for the A-P, no Viking

Used to pedal that shit nigga, no cycling

Had them Dominican connects, I'm so dike man (Niiceee!)

Shoutout to Tahiry block

Remember me: Range Rover, canary rocks

Swag from BK, haze from Enrique

Dimelo mama it's DK, Loso

Not errbody who don't know what it be (What it be)

It's ya boy, Mr. R.I.P. (I.P.)

Yeah, you gotta kill these niggas (niggas)

Dead these bitches (bitches)

Funeral nigga (say word)

Ask them ho's about me

They know how I D-O

Make them open up for them bills like T.O.

Mama said till ya find he one, Neo

Keep a hat on ya head, so I'm on my Ne-Yo

Niggas talkin Bentley, but be on they Geo

You see the signs of them lyin, they ain't even Leos

Just came from Cabo, bout to go to Rio

Catch me if you can, Leo Dicaprio

F-A-B-O, I be on them lil' planes

Passport tatted up like Lil' Wayne

You niggas O-T, but I'll be O-C

Out the country with that Bobby Johnson, that O-G

Free blue D, free 102

Horace stickin niggas, ride funeral

Errbody put ya guns up, please (up please)

Now errbody hold the one up, squeeze (braah)