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Correct R.I.P XXX Lyrics
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[Chorus] Damn, they just killed X, I can't be next Try to threaten my life They just hit me with a text So I pulled up in a jet With every strap i own Did this shit on my own R.I.P. to my nigga who gone Ain't tryna be famous like Dex R.I.P. X, pull up your address And slide with the Tec, in the morning who next I won’t have no regrets Bullets go through your flesh I'm protecting my check I'mma Flood the Patek, my son head on my chest We gon' burn the connect They gone fear and respect me Had to learn to be deadly I got green like the jets team Got her wet like a jetski I got ice like I’m Gretzky [Verse 1] I don’t play the radio No I’m not Gretzky, I ain’t go to college dog, so why you wanna test me Bout to take me some ecstasy Just to try out some X And i hate it Its a pet peeve of mine Nigga’s do anything to shine Seem like everyday people dying Seems like everyday Momma’s crying – Yeah All that talk dont impress me, so please come address me Niggas engage in jealousy, I got plenty of weaponry Better spread yo legs now Just so she heard me now, I know they feelin' me now I know they hearing me now, can't let em gun me down I keep a lot of rounds, I sold a lot of pounds (Ooooh) 1500 my shoes, nigga wanna take my jewels Sticking to the strap like glue, yeah that nina my baby I know niggas that hate me, I'ma keep the stick on me daily These lil niggas so crazy, life and my posse crazy Just did a show in Dade, sorry lil mama no dating These niggas foul they flagrant', These niggas trying my patience Credit card plug Oasis, all blue hundreds I'm making it Me and my niggas adjacent, gettin' in the beef we straighten it Yeah [Chorus] They just killed X, I can't be next Try to threaten my life They just hit me with a text So I pulled up in a jet With every strap i own Did this shit on my own R.I.P. to my nigga who gone Ain't tryna be famous like Dex R.I.P. X, pull up your address And slide with the Tec, in the morning who next I won’t have no regrets Bullets go through your flesh I'm protecting my check I'mma Flood the Patek, my son head on my chest We gon' burn the connect They gone fear and respect me Had to learn to be deadly I got green like the jets team Got her wet like a jetski I got ice like I’m Gretzky
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