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lirik lagu r.i.p kobe - yung bleu

[intro]
smoke in my lungs
i am the one
gotta shoota for your shoota, n~gga
i gotta shoota for your shoota, n~gga
stay around

[verse 1]
ooh, no pen no pad in the booth and got the f~ck off (got the f~ck off)
and that n~gga can’t use his head, i get it took off
turned myself into a boss and n~ggas can’t ignore it
and they be tryna do the sh~t they know they can’t afford it
and he gon’ hit you with that stick ‘cause b~tch that’s my lil whodie
and i can’t trust you with no brick i heard you getting extorted (b~tch) yeah
r.i.p kobe n~gga ballin’ like the lakers
just got off the phone with meek he told me welcome to the chasers
intellectual f~cking hoe who bis~xual
and i’m puffing on these vegetables
i got some in my lung
think about the gun you gon’ die by one brrrah
smoke in my lung i’m tryna ease my mind like oosie boo
she let me f~ck and driνe the car she a booster too
girl the way you suck that d~ck i can’t get used to you (i can’t get use to you)
i can’t get use to you
yeah
[chorus]
gotta shoota for your shoota n~gga
gotta shoota for your shoota n~gga
gotta shoota for your shoota n~gga (play the game)
yeah, yeah (pop out, pop out)

[verse 2]
got them junkies pulling up like a young n~gga work at popeyes (yeah)
b~tch i use the rubber so you know that baby not mines, stop lying
b~tch i’m running red lights like stop signs
i heard you a bullet n~gga, i heard you would pull it n~gga (oh yeah)
and i’m on they block kist like trayvon with the hoodie n~gga (on gang)
and i’m shooting shots like melo with the hoodie n~gga
understood it n~gga?
teach you lil n~ggas how to be a boss
i don’t even gotta rap n~gga
my money make money
my money make money
you n~ggas snake funny
you n~ggas ain’t living like that
you n~gga ain’t getting money like that i don’t believe it
but they come full circle
i got a 50 for you 50 n~gga n~gga i got a 100 for your 100
lets get it you n~ggas some dorks
n~ggas is nervous
real go~getta sh~t
i’m that n~gga b~tch (blue van draw)
and a n~gga ain’t did sh~t for ya till he put you in a position to win reguardless (let me talk my sh~t)
i heard them n~ggas plotting on me ion never safe
38 special send ’em up to heaven gates, bullets flying in the wind i don’t even hesitate
got that 40 on me i don’t finna play
i’mma catch ’em at a red light
solo, dolo hit the headlight
cut ’em off just like a bed light
i know these n~ggas scared right
i gotta p~ss him in his pants
my lil n~gga do the murda man dance

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