Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song R.I.P, artist - Ms Banks. Album song The Coldest Winter Ever, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ms Banks
Song language: English
R.I.P |
| She brown and cute |
| I’m Loski Loose |
| Stepped in my botty |
| Who’s that Donny? |
| Barbie’s move |
| That gyal want wokie |
| I ain’t not jokey |
| Slow down boo |
| I’m young and cocky |
| I ain’t no rocky |
| I’ll drill dat yute |
| I can make a lot new |
| In Italian shoes |
| She be looking like me |
| I got more than a few |
| BEZ we splash and boot |
| They took poles but there mash on mute |
| But she peng like uh uh, I’m gone jeet dat too |
| Loose |
| No they ain’t fuckin' with me |
| I keep it real in the streets |
| I could no way to it in me |
| Make a hater Rest in Peace |
| I do not fuck with you, no |
| Stacking it letting it grow |
| You could not flex me, no |
| Pull up and shut down a show |
| No they ain’t fuckin' with me |
| I keep it real in the streets |
| I could no way to it in me |
| Make a hater Rest in Peace |
| I do not fuck with you, no |
| Stacking it letting it grow |
| You could not flex me, no |
| Pull up and shut down a show |
| They ain’t fucking with me |
| That’s real rap, I’ve been that |
| Bitch, been up in the streets |
| Talk tough on the internet |
| But real sweet when we meet |
| I’ve been low, like real low |
| And still ain’t seen the feet |
| All dem niggas on us |
| Don’t trust niggas in money I trust |
| I don’t want to hear no shit when I buss |
| We weren’t ever like that, your nuts |
| Talking shit I’m burning dat bridge |
| Can’t try drop me out I’m leg |
| Gucci the bag, and I’m killing the wig |
| Stunt in real life, like I stunt in the vid |
| Yeah |
| No they ain’t fuckin' with me |
| I keep it real in the streets |
| I could no way to it in me |
| Make a hater Rest in Peace |
| I do not fuck with you, no |
| Stacking it letting it grow |
| You could not flex me, no |
| Pull up and shut down a show |
| No they ain’t fuckin' with me |
| I keep it real in the streets |
| I could no way to it in me |
| Make a hater Rest in Peace |
| I do not fuck with you, no |
| Stacking it letting it grow |
| You could not flex me, no |
| Pull up and shut down a show |
| Dem gyal der can’t do what I does |
| Bucked out once with the 40's and love |
| All up a spliff get lit and get touched |
| Banks link up with the Spartan t’ug |
| I don’t wanna ride or die |
| I need a gyal to hold my beater |
| Talk on my name get touched |
| If I was them I wouldn’t like me either |
| No they ain’t fuckin' with me |
| I keep it real in the streets |
| I could no way to it in me |
| Make a hater Rest in Peace |
| I do not fuck with you, no |
| Stacking it letting it grow |
| You could not flex me, no |
| Pull up and shut down a show |
| No they ain’t fuckin' with me |
| I keep it real in the streets |
| I could no way to it in me |
| Make a hater Rest in Peace |
| I do not fuck with you, no |
| Stacking it letting it grow |
| You could not flex me, no |
| Pull up and shut down a show |