Nightclub Fight Club - Rip it Up (feat. Nino Bless) | Текст песни

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Hook (JP):
Rip it up, cuz I'm so damn greedy
Bitches ask me for love and I rip it up
Rip it up, cuz I'm so conceited
I don't need your contract, I rip it up

KSol:
You know I stay sick, that's why I ripped the IV out
The only nigga that's fly, so I ripped the "ie" out
lyrically, I'm rippin my sheet out
cuz my shit is gone, man, when I see what y'all are, I peace out
They call me laxative, cuz I'm known to start shit
verses go hard like hollows flyin from a sparked clip
Nightclub the illest seen, Nightclub the illest seen
Yes I'm repetitive: my stuff a killin spree
see, y'all barely make ripples in the industry
bitch, I make waves to the point I could fill the sea
sippin Hennesey, niggas couldn't deal with me
Put my hand through they chest, now you feelin me?
split yo bitch in half, that's causing a break up
once I rip pairs no repairs help you make up
bitches in the backseat, my whip like bangbus
y'all niggas tappin it, I rip that thing up

Mike:
Rip the bong like it's dead, lyin all alone in bed
pathetic, damn, I'm just bein honest, 100%
fuck the punches, I'ma do a rip-line on you
you clearin rooms faster than gastric gas after the fact of fondue
rip into you like the dog I am, and you's a teddy
come on, just give a dog a bone, I know that you is ready
and I got this flow so old school, call it Jurassic class
I'ma rest-in-peace this bong, never mind, you ain't fast
enough to understand my stuff, enough to get my jokes in rap
I toke my lungs so black that half my DNA rungs done turned black
so fack your crappy allegations, allegatin like a crock
I pop a cap like explodin sodas, poppin like a Doc
Your clothes got holes, but only cuz they ripped
tailor gonna be open, go and show it, it ripped to bits like paper
stoppin long enough to toughen up you faggot rabbits
lastly you couldn't hack it if you were a butcher with a nasty hatchet

Nino Bless:
The Jack the Ripper of beats, leave instrumentals deceased
My rhymes are detrimental to fundamentalist creeps
see the level I've reached, this craft's a gift
I leave tracks ripped like an extracted disc
Hannibal sick, these doctors are mishandlin
psycho with a mask on my face like Rip Hamilton
I'm an anomaly, rappin is sickly
bitch please, fuck Vibe, I should be featured on Ripley's
it's risky walkin kiddies by these pit jaws
paid too much dues for what I got and I feel ripped off
I'm ticked off, my watch needs fixin
I done ran with the greatest like Scotty Pippin
like Slaughterhouse (rip!), same with 4 In Da Clip
I leave 'em all torn to pieces, they all slaughtered as equals
Bless don't care what you critics stress
Shout out to all the bootleggers who ripped my music off the internet

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