| Rest in peace to my momma, rest in peace to my daddy
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| Rest in peace to my homie, rest in peace to my family
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| Rest in peace to my D boy, my OG boy, told me be a B boy
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| Rest in peace to my cause, money is the love
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| Disrespect me bitches, it’s murder up in bloods
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| Rest in peace to my homies in the pen
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| Ain’t comin' home and that they can’t win
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| My homie momma died he was 5
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| Brought him to the street life taught 'em to survive
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| Block was his daddy, tatts in the caddy now
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| Blowin' on that gonja lil' homie had to have it huh
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| Full of that aroma, gun alone taught 'em the corner
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| Nigga life in the streets homie up in the mornin'
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| See we G’s fuckin' with these flees
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| Work in they house and you know we got to eat
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| Youngster wanna be a gangster like me
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| I let 'em all see so they know how it be
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| Streets is a motherfucker game of life
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| Playin' the hard part of it is livin' it twice
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| Fresh with the money now, cruisin' in the Lambo
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| Time to change hoe but money still the same though
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| Bitches with the murder, murder with the bitches
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| Homies in my hood nigga trippin' 'bout they riches
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| Rest in peace to my momma, rest in peace to my daddy
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| Rest in peace to my homie, rest in peace to my family
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| Rest in peace to my D boy, my OG boy, told me be a B boy
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| Rest in peace to my cause, money is the love
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| Disrespect me bitches its murder up in bloods
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| Rest in peace to my homies in the pen
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| Ain’t comin' home and that they can’t win
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| See my homie caught life, couldn’t do it twice
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| He held court on the street that night
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| Nobody trippin' but the hood be flippin'
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| On the laws, fuck 'em out they jaws
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| Fuck 'em in they cars
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| You know my hood, we don’t spare nothin' blood
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| You know my streets nigga fucked up in the mud
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| You know the cost when you playin' with the boss
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| Your life is lost when your playin' with boss
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| We in the club, showin' some hoes love
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| Nigga want trip but I keep his hoe hugged
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| He killed my homie nigga but he didn’t kill his family though
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| I’ma real nigga so I’m ridin' for his family hoe
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| Got to get the cheese flippin' these B’s
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| Fuckin' with these hoes, burn a few G’s
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| Playin' the game right while up in these buildings
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| Tryin' to be the next billion
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| Rest in peace to my momma, rest in peace to my daddy
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| Rest in peace to my homie, rest in peace to my family
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| Rest in peace to my D boy, my OG boy, told me be a B boy
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| Rest in peace to my cause, money is the love
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| Disrespect me bitches its murder up in bloods
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| Rest in peace to my homies in the pen
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| Ain’t comin' home and that they can’t win
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| So I roll with my heater, ridin' with my heater
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| Never leave my bitch, call her millimeter
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| Cruise with my hoe on the road with my hoe
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| Nigga hustle with my hoe, nigga fuck with my hoe
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| Never leave my bitch she hard core rich
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| Purely white top nigga, ain’t hit quick
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| 16 nigga better yet banana clip
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| Gotta brother names chopper nigga break down bricks
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| 45 snub met his whole blood
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| 2, 2, 6 nigga that uptown plug
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| Flippin' through the curb, gave the homie word
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| Penitentiary chance when fuckin' with them birds
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| Back to my block though, millions won’t stop hoe
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| From the bottom to the top with this cash flow
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| I’m in my caddy bitch, livin' lavish bitch
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| Livin' with the homie nigga quick to grab my shit
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| Rest in peace to my momma, rest in peace to my daddy
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| Rest in peace to my homie, rest in peace to my family
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| Rest in peace to my D boy, my OG boy, told me be a B boy
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| Rest in peace to my cause, money is the love
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| Disrespect me bitches its murder up in bloods
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| Rest in peace to my homies in the pen
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| Ain’t comin' home and that they can’t win |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song R.I.P. , by - Birdman. Song from the album 5 * Stunna, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп