My Love-Chris Brown

R.I.P it's the remix, killer Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller Trap star, b**ch, spell it with a big T Give a damn if I never be a hot MC Cause I'm a hood ni**a, first on everybody's list Buy the whole club P, don't f**k with no Cris That average a** watch can't f**k with my wrist Them average a** hoes can't f**k with my b**ch To the window, to the motherf**kin' wall Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherf**kin' mall Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer R.I.P. to the competition, this is my summer R.I.P I wanna kill the judge Tryna lock the homie up, they don't feel the thug I'm thirsty, but I don't give a f**k F**kin' with my ex cause I'm still in love I can teach you how to f**k and how to stack money I ain't went Hollywood, you just act funny But I know you want this pipe like a crack bummy Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a crash dummy Don't start no sh*t, it won't be no sh*t I can't take yo b**ch if I don't see yo b**ch We done seen that snow, Nat Geo b**ch Cancel her and get another like I'm Nino b**ch R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P. R.I.P. we just killed the club Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P. R.I.P. we just killed the club Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug Turn up in b**ch sh*t and I'm beamin' and sh*t Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and sh*t Stomach on belly roll, b**ch I'm eatin' and sh*t You a vegan and sh*t, get off my penis and sh*t Look a bad b**ch, I back that b**ch ni**a back back Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad Bags on my eyes, I don't sleep much, we up B**ch I beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up And R.I.P to p-nut, little [?] Mausberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live that Long hair weave with extensions Glock 17 with extension Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic dually T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno movie Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang F**k whoever don't like it, lil' K-Dot be the name R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P. R.I.P. we just killed the club Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P. R.I.P. we just killed the club Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P. to the V.I.P. I got my lil' niggas in the club, f**k I.D. My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas And the molly make the white girl look Chinese Always Bre, my niggas out here ballin' And all these fake a** artists, y'all niggas out here drawin' Ok now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed And if you started from the bottom gon' and come out the closet You problematic, I bought them rachets and automatics Clip hold 32, I make you feel the Magic You gon' see the flashes, like you in a pageant All black suits, and them long Caddys R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P. R.I.P. we just killed the club Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P. R.I.P. we just killed the club Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P. R.I.P. we just killed the club Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P. R.I.P. we just killed the club Drank patron to the head, almost killed a thug