Lyrics:
feu
Johnny Hallyday, Johnny, han
Johnny, han (la guitare) Johnny, han
Allumez le feu, Johnny, han, Johnny (R.I.P) Johnny, oh
Putain, j'suis béni,
Oi P, I'm disappointed in you ya know (I am)
Ah you ain't no where near ready for me (Hah)
I'm on a next ting for you (yeah)
All you do is remix my
the dreams that we had
Ah, ah, ah
Let's hope the sun will show us the p-path
Let's hope the sun will show us the p-path
I just hope the sun will show us
the Bellagio
Plushed out with the matchin robes
Celeb jet when it's time to roll
Big ball and that's all I know
V.I.P. that's how I G
Versace that's all I
beat up the cops
We got the say so, we run the block
Re-up, and then free up
And then I come back and pick my P up
And I hold that whenever I go
the radio niggas never playing my songs
Messing with my brain, knowing I am getting slept on
R.I.P T for you imma keep going
Oh woah, yeah
Oh woah, yeah
Oh
FM buzz
Got a nigga wide open
Best friend cuz
Cousin jivin'
And we smoking
Going to the club
Chilling in the v.i.p.
It's that good life
And we living
to the T-O-P
Then I will be D-O-N with the E
I rock New Jersey and N.Y.C.
Whether it's at a club or a block party
To my man Capri, Starchild and Brucie Bee
jag, du, han, hon, vi, V, I, P,
Vi kommer säga vad neej
Du står vid min tomt bara stönar och pustar
och anton gillar typ tidelag med strutsar
Söt som
I P
Vi kommer säga vad neej
Du står vid min tomt bara stönar och pustar
Och anton gillar typ tidelag med strutsar
Söt som fan men nu tog beatet slut
it was him by the Gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm trying to hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock
you for the respect in a battle to the death
Dial zero, call the operator ask for Bis
411 ask for R.I.P.
555-1212, I rip the mic to shit
Before
ain't got nuts for real
R. I. P. to my granny
I know she watching over me
I gotta do this shit if not for me then 4 my family
I'm da black sheep toating
own way out
Lost so many real ones like this
Put it in a song get dismissed
Always get your flowers when it’s R.I.P
Even Riky bounced man, R.I.P
Go
So when you hear I'm leaving town and I leave you be
You hear me on your radio
Feel like the V.I.P.
So I'll close that door
Leave it all behind
Take
compris, ces du V.I.P., on vous laisse au tapis, Et houai l’ami, pourtant d’habitude on est gentil, mais cette fois si, ras le bol de toute vos gaminerie…
homie used to slang at the skate park (R.I.P.)
MD 20/20 in the paper bag
Put the speakers on max to make the neighbors mad
Nothin' but stars in my
Coby, jesi ti radio traku
Nisam znala da si takav tip
Svako veče druga u tvoj Jeep
Pored tvog imena pišem R.I.P
Mrtav si za mene, neću seći vene
as your host for today
This track we're about to play reminds me of my ex
Fuck that
Anyways, here's Fitch with the album
P.s. I'm Good, Luv.
Enjoy
It's 1AM
man, (huh) way before when Rouses came (yeah)
That's a fact, Kee done brought me back on that ignant shit
R.I.P. to VL Mike, we don't need to speak
of the women
Still flowing but I'm feeling free
Lyrics for lyrics, I'm just being me
It don't work it if you just do it for P
I'm at work homework doing it,
it was him by the Gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm trying to hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock
to the M.I.P
Slap, Ride, Jackie be
Lil' Rock, Stacey
Pint and Rampage, everybody was strapped
Now my loved one is gone and he ain't never comin' back
It's
givin 'em sleep
R.I.P., make me the king of all I see
And when death call I'm good I got call ID
See it was planned in the front, now they just gon' front
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