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nigga!\n\nR.I.P we just killed the club\nDrank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug\nIm so high I can't feel the drugs\nToo many haters sitting here\nI dont feel the love\nR.I.P\nR.I.P\nR.I.P\nR.I.P\nR.I.P we just killed the club\nTook patron to the head almsot killed a thug","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.34] R.I.P we just killed the club\n[00:12.12] Drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug\n[00:14.75] Im so high I can't feel the drugs\n[00:16.86] Too many haters sitting here\n[00:18.14] I dont feel the love\n[00:19.34] R.I.P\n[00:20.43] R.I.P\n[00:21.79] R.I.P\n[00:23.04] R.I.P\n[00:24.14] R.I.P we just killed the club\n[00:26.38] Took patron to the head almsot killed a thug\n[00:28.37] Im in a brand new drop top 'Rari with 3 bitches\n[00:32.06] Tired being in the middle of trial with 3 snitches\n[00:34.55] And I hit up every club in your city\n[00:36.48] Where niggas at?\n[00:37.16] I be in every club in the hood\n[00:37.97] Where niggas at?\n[00:39.15] Pull up, jump out 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all in my section\n[01:25.54] Just let some more in\n[01:26.74] And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in\n[01:29.02] Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican\n[01:31.53] Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians\n[01:32.74] She got good head, good brains, good education\n[01:36.24] Im drunker than a motherfucker, heres the situation:\n[01:38.51] 1:45 am, the nights broken\n[01:40.97] By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open\n[01:43.47] Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch\n[01:45.93] She on the molly\n[01:47.05] She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry\n[01:48.44] She think she Halle\n[01:49.23] R.I.P we just killed the club\n[01:55.62] Drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug\n[01:57.95] Im so high I can't feel the drugs\n[01:58.34] Too many haters sitting here\n[01:59.07] I dont feel the love\n[01:59.41] R.I.P\n[01:59.81] R.I.P\n[02:01.13] R.I.P\n[02:02.38] R.I.P\n[02:03.45] R.I.P we just killed the club\n[02:05.92] Took patron to 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nigga!\n\nR.I.P we just killed the club\nDrank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug\nIm so high I can't feel the drugs\nToo many haters sitting here\nI dont feel the love\nR.I.P\nR.I.P\nR.I.P\nR.I.P\nR.I.P we just killed the club\nTook patron to the head almsot killed a thug","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.34] R.I.P we just killed the club\n[00:12.12] Drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug\n[00:14.75] Im so high I can't feel the drugs\n[00:16.86] Too many haters sitting here\n[00:18.14] I dont feel the love\n[00:19.34] R.I.P\n[00:20.43] R.I.P\n[00:21.79] R.I.P\n[00:23.04] R.I.P\n[00:24.14] R.I.P we just killed the club\n[00:26.38] Took patron to the head almsot killed a thug\n[00:28.37] Im in a brand new drop top 'Rari with 3 bitches\n[00:32.06] Tired being in the middle of trial with 3 snitches\n[00:34.55] And I hit up every club in your city\n[00:36.48] Where niggas at?\n[00:37.16] I be in every club in the hood\n[00:37.97] Where niggas at?\n[00:39.15] Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby\n[00:41.63] On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's\n[00:43.84] Who the nigga think he is\n[00:45.33] Slick Rick or Dana Dane\n[00:46.26] Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain\n[00:48.95] Myself, from head to toe, Im Dougie Fresh\n[00:51.66] Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness\n[00:54.04] Any nigga with a watch like that\n[00:55.63] He need attention\n[00:56.81] Your man dont ball out like that\n[00:58.05] You need to bench him\n[00:59.04] R.I.P we just killed the club\n[01:06.33] Drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug\n[01:08.73] Im so high I can't feel the drugs\n[01:09.27] Too many haters sitting here\n[01:09.85] I dont feel the love\n[01:10.57] R.I.P\n[01:11.77] R.I.P\n[01:12.89] R.I.P\n[01:13.57] R.I.P\n[01:13.97] R.I.P we just killed the club\n[01:16.06] Took patron to the head almsot killed a thug\n[01:18.56] Im gone, dont know where Im going\n[01:21.93] Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan\n[01:23.36] Got some bad bitches all in my section\n[01:25.54] Just let some more in\n[01:26.74] And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in\n[01:29.02] Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican\n[01:31.53] Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians\n[01:32.74] She got good head, good brains, good education\n[01:36.24] Im drunker than a motherfucker, heres the situation:\n[01:38.51] 1:45 am, the nights broken\n[01:40.97] By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open\n[01:43.47] Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch\n[01:45.93] She on the molly\n[01:47.05] She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry\n[01:48.44] She think she Halle\n[01:49.23] R.I.P we just killed the club\n[01:55.62] Drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug\n[01:57.95] Im so high I can't feel the drugs\n[01:58.34] Too many haters sitting here\n[01:59.07] I dont feel the love\n[01:59.41] R.I.P\n[01:59.81] R.I.P\n[02:01.13] R.I.P\n[02:02.38] R.I.P\n[02:03.45] R.I.P we just killed the club\n[02:05.92] Took patron to the head almsot killed a thug\n[02:07.95] Got a pocket full of dead prez\n[02:11.34] Attatched to your girl like a .jpeg\n[02:13.93] Party scene turn to a murder scene\n[02:16.01] Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train\n[02:18.82] Turn up, collard green\n[02:21.53] Im on gasoline and\n[02:22.24] Im on that promethazine\n[02:23.35] Life ain't nothin but a G thing\n[02:25.94] Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string\n[02:28.43] Im the type of nigga thats built to last\n[02:30.34] You fuck with me, Ill put my foot in your ass\n[02:33.24] I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall\n[02:35.44] That you might need a giraffe\n[02:36.81] When you was countin this cash, nigga!\n[02:38.36] R.I.P we just killed the club\n[02:45.56] Drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug\n[02:47.61] Im so high I can't feel the drugs\n[02:48.25] Too many haters sitting here\n[02:48.59] I dont feel the love\n[02:48.97] R.I.P\n[02:49.44] R.I.P\n[02:50.67] R.I.P\n[02:51.85] R.I.P\n[02:53.15] 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all in my section\n[01:25.54] Just let some more in\n[01:26.74] And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in\n[01:29.02] Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican\n[01:31.53] Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians\n[01:32.74] She got good head, good brains, good education\n[01:36.24] Im drunker than a motherfucker, heres the situation:\n[01:38.51] 1:45 am, the nights broken\n[01:40.97] By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open\n[01:43.47] Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch\n[01:45.93] She on the molly\n[01:47.05] She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry\n[01:48.44] She think she Halle\n[01:49.23] R.I.P we just killed the club\n[01:55.62] Drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug\n[01:57.95] Im so high I can't feel the drugs\n[01:58.34] Too many haters sitting here\n[01:59.07] I dont feel the love\n[01:59.41] R.I.P\n[01:59.81] R.I.P\n[02:01.13] R.I.P\n[02:02.38] R.I.P\n[02:03.45] R.I.P we just killed the club\n[02:05.92] Took patron to 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Slick Rick or Dana Dane\n  Think he Rakim or something, look at his chain\n  YSL from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh\n  Lookin' like I came to play Mitchell and Ness\n  Any nigga with a watch like that he need attention\n  Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him\n\n  RIP, RIP (yeah), RIP (yeah) RIP (what)\n  RIP, we just killed the club\n  Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (let's goo)\n  RIP, RIP (yeah), RIP (yeah) RIP (what)\n  RIP, we just killed the club\n  Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (let's goo)\n\n  I'm gone, don't know where I'm going\n  Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan\n  Got some bad bitches off in my section, just let some more in\n  And every nigga that came here with me, kick your door in\n  Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican\n  Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we so Haitian\n\n  She got good head, good brains, good education\n  I'm drunker than a mother fucker heres the situation\n  1:45 AM the knob broken, by the time a nigga get to the crib the mall open\n  Man the nerve of this high ass bitch, she on the molly\n  She said she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle\n\n  RIP, RIP (yeah), RIP (yeah) RIP (what)\n  RIP, we just killed the club\n  Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (let's goo)\n  RIP, RIP (yeah), RIP (yeah) RIP (what)\n  RIP, we just killed the club\n  Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (let's goo)\n\n  (2 Chainz)\n  Got a pocket full of dead bread\n  Attached to your girl like a jpeg\n  Party scene turn to a murder scene\n  Keep shittin' on niggas, need potty train\n  Turn up, colligreen\n\n  I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine\n  Life ain't nothin' but a G thang, switch lane, get brain\n  Hand down her g-string\n  I'm the type nigga that's built to laah\n  You fuck with me, I put my foot in your ass\n  I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall\n  That you might need a giraffe, when you was counting this cash, nigga\n\n  RIP, RIP (yeah), RIP (yeah) RIP (what)\n  RIP, we just killed the club\n  Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (let's goo)\n  RIP, RIP (yeah), RIP (yeah) RIP (what)\n  RIP, we just killed the club\n  Drink patron to the head, almost killed a thug (let's goo)\n"},{"id":23931759,"name":"R.I.P (Remix)","trackName":"R.I.P (Remix)","artistName":"Young Jeezy","albumName":"The Poems of Jay Jenkins","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"R.I.P we just killed the club\nDrank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug\nRight now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs\nToo many haters in here, I don't feel the love\nR.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club\nTook patron to the head almost killed a thug\nI'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with three bitches\nTired being in the middle of trial with three snitches\nAnd I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?\nI be in every club in the hood, where niggas at?\nPull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby\nOn my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's\nWho the nigga think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane\nThink he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain\nMyself, from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh\nLooking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness\nAny nigga with a watch like that, he need attention\nYour man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him\nR.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club\nTook patron to the head almost killed a thug\nR.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club\nTook patron to the head almost killed a thug\nI'm gone, don't know where I'm going\nPockets on extra big, they on Samoan\nGot some bad bitches all in my section, just let some more in\nAnd every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in\nRoll up, pass it around like we Jamaican\nWhole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians\nShe got good head, good brains, good education\nI'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken\nBy the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open\nMan the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly\nShe said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle\nR.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club\nTook patron to the head almost killed a thug\nR.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club\nTook patron to the head almost killed a thug\nGot a pocket full of Dead Prez\nAttached to your girl like a .jpeg\nParty scene turn to a murder scene\nKeep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green\nI'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine\nLife ain't nothin but a G thing\nSwitch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string\nI'm the type of nigga thats built to last\nYou fuck with me, Ill put my foot in your ass\nI got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall\nThat you might need a giraffe\nWhen you was countin this cash, nigga!\nR.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club\nTook patron to the head almost killed a thug\nR.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club\nTook patron to the head almost killed a thug","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: R.I.P (Remix)\n  artist: Young Jeezy\n  album: The Poems of Jay Jenkins\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  R.I.P we just killed the club\n  Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug\n  Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs\n  Too many haters in here, I don't feel the love\n  R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club\n  Took patron to the head almost killed a thug\n  I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with three bitches\n  Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches\n  And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?\n  I be in every club in the hood, where niggas at?\n  Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby\n  On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's\n  Who the nigga think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane\n  Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain\n  Myself, from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh\n  Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness\n  Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention\n  Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him\n  R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club\n  Took patron to the head almost killed a thug\n  R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club\n  Took patron to the head almost killed a thug\n  I'm gone, don't know where I'm going\n  Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan\n  Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let some more in\n  And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in\n  Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican\n  Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians\n  She got good head, good brains, good education\n  I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken\n  By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open\n  Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly\n  She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle\n  R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club\n  Took patron to the head almost killed a thug\n  R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club\n  Took patron to the head almost killed a thug\n  Got a pocket full of Dead Prez\n  Attached to your girl like a .jpeg\n  Party scene turn to a murder scene\n  Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green\n  I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine\n  Life ain't nothin but a G thing\n  Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string\n  I'm the type of nigga thats built to last\n  You fuck with me, Ill put my foot in your ass\n  I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall\n  That you might need a giraffe\n  When you was countin this cash, nigga!\n  R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club\n  Took patron to the 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