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RIP Young Lyrics - Isaiah Rashad

RIP Young

RIP Young RIP Young song Lyrics of Isaiah Rashad. This is new Latest song from album "RIP Young". Song is sung Isaiah Rashad. Lyrics of RIP Young Lyrics Written by Juicy J, P. Houston, DJ Paul, Kal Banx & Isaiah Rashad.

Song: RIP Young
Artist : Isaiah Rashad
Music : Isaiah Rashad
Lyrics : Juicy J, P. Houston, DJ Paul, Kal Banx & Isaiah Rashad
Album : RIP Young

RIP Young

Mane, you know what is going, you got cheese, I got dope

For the nine-hunnid strong, I got Ps, I got coke

Mane, you know what is going, you got cheese, I got dope

For the nine-hunnid strong, I got Ps, I got coke (Yeah, yeah)


 


We work to work, you late to work, I holla, then they send it (Why?)

You know my plot was colder than Chicago in December ('Cember)

My bitch came up in Inglewood, her mama was her daddy

And when I am in the Midwest, she say holla at your family (Holla at me)



My dog pass me that cup (What it do?), taste like candy, bitch (Yeah)

My dog out layin' down the law, ain't breakin' no laws or serving out the rock (Bitch)



Southside still fuckin' in the car, still flippin' in the car, still shootin' out the car (Still shootin' out the car)


 
Lil' hotbox smokin' our jar, now I'm fuckin' on a star, hold up, I got a call (Ayy, ayy, ayy)



Bitches say that I am a cool cat, fuck that

Tell them bitches I am a Top Dawg, get shot

Roll the window, let the propane outside

Bunch of niggas doin' donuts (Yeah), yeah



Got the money in a headlock, big dog

Every time we hit the red lights, just shine

It ain't nothin' but a good day, do not die

They ain't teach 'em how to pump fake, big shot



I ain't trippin', I do not wanna lose count

Talkin' my shit, it was just us, bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fuck it, I will drive, hop in my ride

Pass me that dutch, bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

On the westside, on the 110



Swingin' my nuts (Ayy, swingin' my nuts)

Fuck it, let is grill, fuck it, let is spill

Spend a few crumbs (Ayy, spend a few—)

Pop Smoke, pop shit, pop bitch

Young nigga, do not pop too much (Ayy, ayy)



Spaceships, fake broke, Kanye

Young nigga, do not stay too long (Yeah, ah, ah, yeah)

Big truck, big wheel, big wop

Them niggas probably hate my guts (Ah, ah, yeah)

Tryna gain my trust (Tryna gain my)

But it is all out of lust (I said)



Mane, you know what's going, you got cheese, I got dope

For the nine-hunnid strong, I got Ps, I got coke

Mane, you know what is going, you got cheese, I got dope

For the nine-hunnid strong, I got Ps, I got coke



Bitches say that I am a cool cat, fuck that

Tell them bitches I am a Top Dawg, get shot

Roll the window, let the propane outside

Bunch of niggas doin' donuts, yeah



Got the money in a headlock, big dog

Every time we hit the red lights, just shine

It ain't nothin' but a good day, do not die

They ain't teach 'em how to pump fake, big shot



Bitches say that I am a cool cat, fuck that

Tell them bitches I am a Top Dawg, get shot

Roll the window, let the propane outside

Bunch of niggas doin' donuts, yeah



Got the money in a headlock, big dog

Every time we hit the red lights, just shine

It ain't nothin' but a good day, do not die

They ain't teach 'em how to pump fake, big shot



I am thugged out, ni