Slim Dunkin R.I.P. текст песни, слова песни R.I.P. Slim Dunkin & Waka Flocka & Alley Boy
Slim Dunkin - R.I.P.
feat. Waka Flocka & Alley Boy
Woke up the morning, is tjis my last day
My girl cook breakfast could this be my last tray
Grandma died on the toilet, got me scared as shit
Shrink sound crazy, but I ain't scared of shit
Grandma gone momma gone dueces music nigga fuck your song
Ain't talking money don't call my phone
Yeah me and mama lefts all alone
I don't need no man, I can hold my own
Yeah me and my chrome, R.I.P. who?
Be damned if you leave me out here dead gone
[Chorus:]
Some my nigga broke and some my nigga dead
Some my niggas snitch and some are in the feds
Everybody's cross and ain't nobody scared
Young nigga dying and ain't nobody caring
R.I.p. who? Nah not me
R.I.p. who? Nah not me
R.I.p. who? Nah not me
Never let a pussy nigga trick you out the streets
[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
Every nigga I shot every lick I hit
Every go I hit, every nigga that's in my clique
Don't start to y'all be rich
I'm a soldier, gon' stay solid a lot of young niggas who body body
R.I.p. to the fake ass niggas who got this game crowded
I done beat the murder charges before so I can feel Boosie
[?] confused when you see your partner and they try and lose it
[?] real shit and my heart is where I speak from it
Never know when my time come ever since I run shit
[Chorus:]
Some my nigga broke and some my nigga dead
Some bitch niggas snitch and some are in the feds
Everybody's cross and ain't nobody scared
Young niggas dying and ain't nobody caring
R.I.p. who? Nah not me
R.I.p. who? Nah not me
R.I.p. who? Nah not me
Never let a pussy nigga trick you out the streets
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka]
3 niggas, 3 guns, just me with no gun
Car's slipping God damn not me, lord please no r.I.p.
My face on a white tee that's unlikely
Little brother dead, Uncle, Pop and the feds saw Biggie bad
Be boogie bread
Lord, could you pray for my enemies
They're the ones all filled with jealousy
They hate on me, they die on me
Always had a cold heart no sympathy
Real nigga, no industry, real nigga raise in these streets
Me, Slim D and Alley B, my eyes stay rolling I got an allergy
[Chorus:]
Some my nigga broke and some my nigga dead
Some bitch niggas snitch and some are in the feds
Everybody's cross and ain't nobody scared
Young niggas dying and ain't nobody caring
R.I.p. who? Nah not me
R.I.p. who? Nah not me
R.I.p. who? Nah not me
Never let a pussy nigga trick you out the streets
[Verse 4: Trouble]
They keep telling me congratulations
I tell them appreciated but no thanks
Tell me that when you see me in all white and a nigga facing
The bottom of the stairs of a yacht, now remember this plot
Rest in peace AJ on the side on everything I got
And everything I ever own
Rest in peace to who? Me? Nah, never
But when I do, bet it won't be better, no
For the nigga or for his family
Cause they coming with me, it's trouble, trouble babe
Trouble, trouble's the name
[Chorus:]
Some my nigga broke and some my nigga dead
Some bitch niggas snitch and some are in the feds
Everybody's cross and ain't nobody scared
Young niggas dying and ain't nobody caring
R.I.p. who? Nah not me
R.I.p. who? Nah not me
R.I.p. who? Nah not me
Never let a pussy nigga trick you out the streets
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