R.I.P.

R.I.P. Lyrics

Song R.I.P.
Artist Childish Gambino
Artist Bun B
Album Royalty
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[00:00.75][Produced by Childish Gambino]
[00:01.95][Intro: Ludwig Goransson]
[00:02.35] Oh, this is the idea where you're doing, like, one piece of artwork per track
[00:12.04][Verse 1: Bun-B]
[00:12.19] Late ass nights come from long days
[00:14.56] Doin' all the right things in the wrong ways
[00:17.00] Doin' all the wrong ******t for the right reasons
[00:19.80] Sprinklin' midnight game, call it night seasoning
[00:22.56] Haters get salty give 'em cholesterol
[00:24.82] Trill O.G, mop up the floor with the best of y'all
[00:27.66] Then dry that ****** off with the rest of y'all
[00:30.43] And catch a flight to Rio de Janero for la festival
[00:32.21] Yeah, and that's word to fit a baldy
[00:35.42] Ball hard like it's cement inside of my Spalding
[00:37.88] And I'll break your face with a no look pass
[00:40.68] Now back to your parking lot pimp with yo little hook ass
[00:43.47] I use harsh words cause these are hard times
[00:46.01] And trill-ass people, nowadays they're such a hard find
[00:48.62] So it's one eye open if I could peep ‘em
[00:51.24] And one on the scope, so if they frontin' I can sleep 'em
[00:53.78] Man, my flow is so parabolic
[00:56.03] The energy'll blow you over even if you're brolic
[00:58.83] Goddamn it, now that's one for the Googlers
[01:01.58] That fell sleep on they desk and never step their noodle up
[01:04.32] Takin' lames out never been new to us
[01:06.94] The hardest part of this ******t is figurin' which of you to bust
[01:09.55] Then step your weight up like GNC
[01:12.22] And R.I.P. to Chris Luda reppin' CNC
[01:14.74] Straight G
[01:16.13][Hook x2]
[01:16.78] There's somethin' inside you
[01:19.56] It's hard to explain
[01:24.71] They're talking about you boy
[01:30.45] But you're still the same
[01:35.66] There's somethin' inside you
[01:40.34] It's hard to explain
[01:46.63] They're talking about you boy
[01:52.42] But you're still the same
[01:56.80][Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
[01:57.76] Rest in peace to them ******s who was dead wrong
[01:59.71] Toni Braxton to them ******s, that's a sad song
[02:02.27] Cry a river Timberlake, the whole industry
[02:05.12] Record the whole album in my living room in Italy
[02:07.44] ******s who wasn't feelin' me secretly want a handout
[02:10.09] Keep your mouth shut, I can probably help your man out
[02:12.88] Drop a new stack all lames get to steppin'
[02:15.58] Drop a new track all blogs go to heaven
[02:18.00] Kill the web, man these ******s need they hits up
[02:20.70] Kiss her neck, add a dime to the tip cup
[02:23.19] She is not "slut," ****** a dude who says so
[02:25.87] Just because she's ******' doesn't mean she ain't a lady
[02:28.37] Kill the whole stage, I never needed a mic check
[02:31.18] ****** on my spacebar, ******' tired of Skype sex
[02:33.84] Runnin' with a new breed, me and Bun B
[02:36.46] This hip-hop nation, that big country
[02:38.45] ****** please! We ain't stop for no one
[02:41.35] Wu-Tang Generator name, I'm a shōgun
[02:44.32] Wu-Tang Generator name, watch him smoke one
[02:46.92] Talk a lot of ******t, but none of them will approach him
[02:49.48] Gambino got first position, the game is ballet
[02:51.60] So graceful; drive, he don't need a valet
[02:54.30] So angel: fly as I wanna be
[02:56.68] Mercy, somebody show these ******s can't hurt me
[02:59.28] Woah
[03:00.72][Hook x2]
[03:01.13] There's somethin' inside you
[03:04.48] It's hard to explain
[03:09.71] They're talking about you boy
[03:15.92] But you're still the same
[03:20.22] There's somethin' inside you
[03:25.48] It's hard to explain
[03:30.91] They're talking about you boy
[03:36.91] But you're still the same
[03:42.18]
[00:00.75][Produced by Childish Gambino]
[00:01.95][Intro: Ludwig Goransson]
[00:02.35] Oh, this is the idea where you' re doing, like, one piece of artwork per track
[00:12.04][Verse 1: Bun-B]
[00:12.19] Late ass nights come from long days
[00:14.56] Doin' all the right things in the wrong ways
[00:17.00] Doin' all the wrong t for the right reasons
[00:19.80] Sprinklin' midnight game, call it night seasoning
[00:22.56] Haters get salty give ' em cholesterol
[00:24.82] Trill O. G, mop up the floor with the best of y' all
[00:27.66] Then dry that off with the rest of y' all
[00:30.43] And catch a flight to Rio de Janero for la festival
[00:32.21] Yeah, and that' s word to fit a baldy
[00:35.42] Ball hard like it' s cement inside of my Spalding
[00:37.88] And I' ll break your face with a no look pass
[00:40.68] Now back to your parking lot pimp with yo little hook ass
[00:43.47] I use harsh words cause these are hard times
[00:46.01] And trillass people, nowadays they' re such a hard find
[00:48.62] So it' s one eye open if I could peep ' em
[00:51.24] And one on the scope, so if they frontin' I can sleep ' em
[00:53.78] Man, my flow is so parabolic
[00:56.03] The energy' ll blow you over even if you' re brolic
[00:58.83] Goddamn it, now that' s one for the Googlers
[01:01.58] That fell sleep on they desk and never step their noodle up
[01:04.32] Takin' lames out never been new to us
[01:06.94] The hardest part of this t is figurin' which of you to bust
[01:09.55] Then step your weight up like GNC
[01:12.22] And R. I. P. to Chris Luda reppin' CNC
[01:14.74] Straight G
[01:16.13][Hook x2]
[01:16.78] There' s somethin' inside you
[01:19.56] It' s hard to explain
[01:24.71] They' re talking about you boy
[01:30.45] But you' re still the same
[01:35.66] There' s somethin' inside you
[01:40.34] It' s hard to explain
[01:46.63] They' re talking about you boy
[01:52.42] But you' re still the same
[01:56.80][Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
[01:57.76] Rest in peace to them s who was dead wrong
[01:59.71] Toni Braxton to them s, that' s a sad song
[02:02.27] Cry a river Timberlake, the whole industry
[02:05.12] Record the whole album in my living room in Italy
[02:07.44] s who wasn' t feelin' me secretly want a handout
[02:10.09] Keep your mouth shut, I can probably help your man out
[02:12.88] Drop a new stack all lames get to steppin'
[02:15.58] Drop a new track all blogs go to heaven
[02:18.00] Kill the web, man these s need they hits up
[02:20.70] Kiss her neck, add a dime to the tip cup
[02:23.19] She is not " slut," a dude who says so
[02:25.87] Just because she' s ' doesn' t mean she ain' t a lady
[02:28.37] Kill the whole stage, I never needed a mic check
[02:31.18] on my spacebar, ' tired of Skype sex
[02:33.84] Runnin' with a new breed, me and Bun B
[02:36.46] This hiphop nation, that big country
[02:38.45] please! We ain' t stop for no one
[02:41.35] WuTang Generator name, I' m a sho gun
[02:44.32] WuTang Generator name, watch him smoke one
[02:46.92] Talk a lot of t, but none of them will approach him
[02:49.48] Gambino got first position, the game is ballet
[02:51.60] So graceful drive, he don' t need a valet
[02:54.30] So angel: fly as I wanna be
[02:56.68] Mercy, somebody show these s can' t hurt me
[02:59.28] Woah
[03:00.72][Hook x2]
[03:01.13] There' s somethin' inside you
[03:04.48] It' s hard to explain
[03:09.71] They' re talking about you boy
[03:15.92] But you' re still the same
[03:20.22] There' s somethin' inside you
[03:25.48] It' s hard to explain
[03:30.91] They' re talking about you boy
[03:36.91] But you' re still the same
[03:42.18]
[00:00.75][Produced by Childish Gambino]
[00:01.95][Intro: Ludwig Goransson]
[00:02.35] Oh, this is the idea where you' re doing, like, one piece of artwork per track
[00:12.04][Verse 1: Bun-B]
[00:12.19] Late ass nights come from long days
[00:14.56] Doin' all the right things in the wrong ways
[00:17.00] Doin' all the wrong t for the right reasons
[00:19.80] Sprinklin' midnight game, call it night seasoning
[00:22.56] Haters get salty give ' em cholesterol
[00:24.82] Trill O. G, mop up the floor with the best of y' all
[00:27.66] Then dry that off with the rest of y' all
[00:30.43] And catch a flight to Rio de Janero for la festival
[00:32.21] Yeah, and that' s word to fit a baldy
[00:35.42] Ball hard like it' s cement inside of my Spalding
[00:37.88] And I' ll break your face with a no look pass
[00:40.68] Now back to your parking lot pimp with yo little hook ass
[00:43.47] I use harsh words cause these are hard times
[00:46.01] And trillass people, nowadays they' re such a hard find
[00:48.62] So it' s one eye open if I could peep ' em
[00:51.24] And one on the scope, so if they frontin' I can sleep ' em
[00:53.78] Man, my flow is so parabolic
[00:56.03] The energy' ll blow you over even if you' re brolic
[00:58.83] Goddamn it, now that' s one for the Googlers
[01:01.58] That fell sleep on they desk and never step their noodle up
[01:04.32] Takin' lames out never been new to us
[01:06.94] The hardest part of this t is figurin' which of you to bust
[01:09.55] Then step your weight up like GNC
[01:12.22] And R. I. P. to Chris Luda reppin' CNC
[01:14.74] Straight G
[01:16.13][Hook x2]
[01:16.78] There' s somethin' inside you
[01:19.56] It' s hard to explain
[01:24.71] They' re talking about you boy
[01:30.45] But you' re still the same
[01:35.66] There' s somethin' inside you
[01:40.34] It' s hard to explain
[01:46.63] They' re talking about you boy
[01:52.42] But you' re still the same
[01:56.80][Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
[01:57.76] Rest in peace to them s who was dead wrong
[01:59.71] Toni Braxton to them s, that' s a sad song
[02:02.27] Cry a river Timberlake, the whole industry
[02:05.12] Record the whole album in my living room in Italy
[02:07.44] s who wasn' t feelin' me secretly want a handout
[02:10.09] Keep your mouth shut, I can probably help your man out
[02:12.88] Drop a new stack all lames get to steppin'
[02:15.58] Drop a new track all blogs go to heaven
[02:18.00] Kill the web, man these s need they hits up
[02:20.70] Kiss her neck, add a dime to the tip cup
[02:23.19] She is not " slut," a dude who says so
[02:25.87] Just because she' s ' doesn' t mean she ain' t a lady
[02:28.37] Kill the whole stage, I never needed a mic check
[02:31.18] on my spacebar, ' tired of Skype sex
[02:33.84] Runnin' with a new breed, me and Bun B
[02:36.46] This hiphop nation, that big country
[02:38.45] please! We ain' t stop for no one
[02:41.35] WuTang Generator name, I' m a shō gun
[02:44.32] WuTang Generator name, watch him smoke one
[02:46.92] Talk a lot of t, but none of them will approach him
[02:49.48] Gambino got first position, the game is ballet
[02:51.60] So graceful drive, he don' t need a valet
[02:54.30] So angel: fly as I wanna be
[02:56.68] Mercy, somebody show these s can' t hurt me
[02:59.28] Woah
[03:00.72][Hook x2]
[03:01.13] There' s somethin' inside you
[03:04.48] It' s hard to explain
[03:09.71] They' re talking about you boy
[03:15.92] But you' re still the same
[03:20.22] There' s somethin' inside you
[03:25.48] It' s hard to explain
[03:30.91] They' re talking about you boy
[03:36.91] But you' re still the same
[03:42.18]
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