YOUNG JEEZY - RIP feat. 2 Chainz lyrics

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[Hook]

Rip, rip, rip, rip, rip

Rip we just killed the club

Take patron to the head, allmost killed the thug

And I’m so high, I can’t feel the drugs

Too many haters in here, I don’t feel the love

Rip, rip, rip, rip, rip

Rip we just killed the club

Take patron to the head, allmost killed the thug

I’m in a brand new drop top rarri with 3 bitches

Tired of beein in the middle of trial with 3 snitches

Man I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at

I be in every club in the hood, where the niggas out

Pull up, jump out, stun like I was baby

On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80’s

Who the nigga think he is, slick rick or dana 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, mitchell and ness

Any nigga with a watch like that he need attention

Your man don’t ball out like that, you need to bench him

[Hook]

Rip, rip, rip, rip, rip

Rip we just killed the club

Take patron to the head, allmost killed the thug

And I’m so high, I can’t feel the drugs

Too many haters in here, I don’t feel the love

Rip, rip, rip, rip, rip

Rip we just killed the club

Take patron to the head, allmost killed the thug

I’m gone, don’t know where I’m going

Pockets on extra big, they on samon

Got some bad bitches off in my section,

Just let some more in

And every nigga came her with me will kick your door in

Roll up, pass it around like we jamaican

All pounds trapped up in this bitch like we some ...

She got good head, good brain, good education

A drunk dealer motherfucker, here’s the situation

1:45 AM and I’m broken

By the time a nigga get to this crib, the mall open

Man the nerve on this high ass bitch

She on the molly

She says she want me calling her parents

She think she holy, uh

(Hook)

Rip, rip, rip, rip, rip

Rip we just killed the club

Take patron to the head, allmost killed the thug

And I’m so high, I can’t feel the drugs

Too many haters in here, I don’t feel the love

Rip, rip, rip, rip, rip

Rip we just killed the club

Take patron to the head, allmost killed the thug

Got a pocket full of dead prez

Cash to your girl like a jay pad

Party scene turned to a murder scene

Keep shittin on niggas need body drank

Turn up, cali green

I’m on gasoline and I’m on that promethezeine

Life ain’t nothin but a g thang

Switch lanes, get brain, hand on her g strang

I’m the type of nigga that’s built to last

You fuck with me, I put my foot in your ass

I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall

That you might need a giraffe

When you was counting this cash nigga

[Hook]

Rip, rip, rip, rip, rip

Rip we just killed the club

Take patron to the head, allmost killed the thug

And I’m so high, I can’t feel the drugs

Too many haters in here, I don’t feel the love

Rip, rip, rip, rip, rip

Rip we just killed the club

Take patron to the head, allmost killed the thug.