r.i.p. - juicy j, lex luger & trap-a-holics lyrics
[intro: logic & project pat]
what juicy say? he be like, “shut the f*ck up”
[chorus]
fresh
like i jumped up out the casket
rest in peace micheal jackson, need a bad b*tch
rest in peace to that p*ssy, i’m a savage
rest in peace to the club, im poppin’ mad sh*t
rest in peace to my clothes ’cause i’m k!lling ’em
rest in peace to them hoes, i’m not feelin’ them
rest in peace to the b*tches from my past, they in the rear
i just pulled up in a rolls, i want my flowers while i’m here
[verse 1]
the trappin’ is real, these n*ggas lackin’ the sk!ll
i get acted for real, i like to stack up the mills
eating captial grille, put fifty racks in my grill
you know the diamonds disgusting, color e stands for eel
i went flawless on n*ggas that separate from the crowd
throw tsunamis on strippers they rack it up in a pile
they prepared the mclaren but but i might crawl in the spider
ass* grippin’ that ass you know my touch is the midas
i be pullin’ all*nighters, the sun beatin’ me home
i live the life of a chief, call me patrick mahomes
i send a flight for a b*tch, she tryna pack up a home
i got one [?] of your baby right after that then i’m gone
[chorus]
fresh
like i jumped up out the casket
rest in peace micheal jackson, need a bad b*tch
rest in peace to that p*ssy, i’m a savage
rest in peace to the club, im poppin’ mad sh*t
rest in peace to my clothes ’cause i’m k!lling ’em
rest in peace to them hoes, i’m not feelin’ them
rest in peace to the b*tches from my past, they in the rear
i just pulled up in a rolls, i want my flowers while i’m here
[verse 2]
jumped up out the bed and i count some new papers
then i wipe my ass with a roll of blue faces
i don’t trust these hoes they in love with the racks
don’t close the door on the rolls i press a b*tton for that
if i f*ck a n*gga b*tch, he heartbroken for dead
you know i k!lled the p*ssy, check the obituary
most of all these n*ggas hatin’ wanna be just like me
red bottoms on my sneakers n*gga these ain’t nike’s
i’m in private, in a c*ck pit, talkin’ fly sh*t
rollin’ my sh*t, gettin’ high with the pilot
still fresh and clean, why they throw dirt on my name?
watch me hop up out the plane and hop in that mustang and i’m
[chorus]
fresh
like i jumped up out the casket
rest in peace micheal jackson, need a bad b*tch
rest in peace to that p*ssy, i’m a savage
rest in peace to the club, im poppin’ mad sh*t
rest in peace to my clothes ’cause i’m k!lling ’em
rest in peace to them hoes, i’m not feelin’ them
rest in peace to the b*tches from my past, they in the rear
i just pulled up in a rolls, i want my flowers while i’m here
[outro: project pat]
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