Lyrics:
I'll hit you with that limp wrist
Lipstick, slit lip, rip slit, tit for tat
I'm lit up like a birthday candle, uh
I'll hit you with that limp
R.I.P it's the remix killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause
R.I.P it's the remix killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
Rip the runway (Gag)
Rip the runway (Eat it)
Rip the runway (Gag)
Rip the runway (Eat it)
Rip the runway (Gag)
Rip the runway (Eat it)
Rip the runway
today
Bad bitch only want meat on her plate
Her ass fat no texas state
Bitch I'm upton like I'm kate
(woah, woah)
Let it fucking rip
I said... I said let
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
Oh me, oh my my (haan)
Gone need more quinine (Montana)
Oh me, oh my my (Haan, off the rip)
Gone need more quinine (aye aye aye)
I'ma ride with
Chorus:
Rip my heart out
And break it (Rip my heart)
Rip my heart out (You broke my heart) "sing" background vocals
And break it (Rip my heart)
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
Oh me, oh my my (Haan!)
Gone need more quinine (Montana!)
Oh me, oh my my (Haan! Off the rip)
Gone need more quinine (Aye aye aye)
I'ma ride with my
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here,
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here,
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
You said, this isn't working
Time for this show to end
You said, let's stop the hurting
Like the soldiers face, we can't pretend
Rip, rip my heart
100,000 Rip riders from the side
Blue Chuck's, blue rags, grey clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues
Niggaz gotta pay they dues
100,000 Rip riders from the side
Blue Chuck's, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues
Niggaz gotta pay they dues
Rip
Rip to da bull s**t
Rip
Rip to da bull s**t
Rip
Rip to da bull s**t
N***a Rip
Rip to da bull s**t
Rip
Rip to da bull s**t
Rip
Rip to da bull
to the table right now
Yeah, we gon' push a real line right now
See if y'all with this real gangsta guerrilla shit
Have you ever seen 100,000 Rip riders
got them dead bodies (dead bodies)
My Goyard look like morgues, that's them dead bodies (dead bodies)
R.I.P. (R.I.) R.I., R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
30
a rockstar!
RIP, RIP, RIP if you fuck with me
RIP, RIP, RIP if you fuck with me!
Told my demons stay away (stay away!)
But they look like they plan to stay
nothing in my chest
I'm hollow
Took everything from me, oh
She knew (she knew)
Just how (just how)
To rip my heart out, rip my heart out
Rip my
R.I.P, R.I.P, R.I.P, Tu es R.I.P
Tu m'envoies des textos
Veux qu'on se fasse un resto
Je pourrais faire l'escroc mais non il faut que je reste
axe man chop you down
Whole lot of doves wit' me
Walk around wit' my hounds
She wanna fuck in the mansion
Then leave her in the pound
Rip, rip, rip
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