Waka Flocka Flame & Slim Dunkin - R.I.P. | Текст песни

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• Waka Flocka Flame & Slim Dunkin
• R.I.P.

[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin]
Woke up the morning, is this my last day?
My girl cook breakfast could it be my last tray?
Grandma die on the toilet got me scared to sh-
Shrink sound crazy, cause I ain’t scared of shit
Lil folk gone, Grandma gone
Do some music nigga, fuck your song
Ain’t talking money don’t call my phone
Just me and mama lefts all alone
Ain'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

[Hook]
Some my niggas broke and some my niggas dead
Some be snitches and some are in the Fed
Everybody’s strapped 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 nigger 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 click
Don’t stop 'til we all be rich
I'm a soldier, gonna stay silent
Lot of young niggas who body body
R.I.P. to the fake ass niggas who got this game crowded
I done beaten them murder charges before, so I can feel Boosie
Lot of confusion when you seeing partner in they trial, losing
There's a bunch of real shit in my heart that's why I speak from it
Never know when my time come
Ain't no sense in running from it

[Hook]
Some my niggas broke and some my niggas dead
Some ... be snitches and some are in the Fed
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 nigger trick you out the streets

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
3 niggas, 3 guns, just me with no gun
Caught slipping, goddamn not me
Lord please no R.I.P
My face on a white tee, that’s unlikely
Lil brother down
... popping fence ...
... be boogie bread
Lord, could you pray for my enemies
The ones that are filled with jealousy
They hate on me and doubting me
Always had a cold heart no sympathy
Real nigga no industry
Real nigga raised in these streets
Me, Slim D and Alley B
My eyes stay red like I got allergies

[Hook]
Some my niggas broke and some my niggas dead
Some ... be snitches and some are in the Fed
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 nigger trick you out the streets

[Verse 4: Trouble]
They keep telling me congratulations
I tell them "Appreciate it, but no thanks"
Tell me that when you see me in all white and a nigga facing
The bottom of the stairs of a gat, now remember this plot
Rest in peace A.J. on the side on everything I got
And everything I ever own
R.I.P. 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

[Hook]
Some my niggas broke and some my niggas dead
Some ... be snitches and some are in the Fed
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 nigger trick you out the streets

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