SMOGamerX (2015-09-23 18:44:00)

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at 9/22/15, Robdeprop passed away, we will all miss him and his legacy will still live on. R.I.P Robdeprop

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BirdJesus (2015-09-23 19:40:43)

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>edgy depressed kid lying about the supposed death of some british faggot

Stop making threads.

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little5 (2015-09-23 19:41:31)

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Hot.

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BirdJesus (2015-09-23 19:41:57)

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Nice post, you got anything else to say?

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WWTEpicFail (2015-09-23 19:50:54)

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[Hook]
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patrón to the head, almost knocked out a thug
I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters sitting here
I don't feel the love
R.I.P, R.I.P
R.I.P, R.I.P
R.I.P we just killed the club
Took Patrón to the head, almost knocked out a thug

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with 3 ladies
Tired being in the middle of trial with 3 mates
And I hit up every club in your city
Where they at?
I be in every club in the hood
Where they at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin' like I was Baby
On my cowboy stuff, like in the 80's
Who the crick think he is
Slick Rick or Dana Dane?
Think he Rakim or something, look at his chain
YSL, from head to toe, I'm Doug E Fresh
Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any homie with a watch like that
He need attention
Your man don't ball out like that
You need to bench him

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I'm gone, don't know where I'm going
Pockets on extra big, they're on Samoan
Got some stacks all in my section
Just let some more in
And every homie came in with me'll kick your door in
Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this like we some Haitians
She got good quality, good fish, good education
I'm drunker than a car, here's the situation:
1:45 am, the knob broken
By the time a homie get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of this guitar
She on the Molly
She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry
She think she Halle

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Got a pocket full of dead prez
Attached to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Keep making money, need a train
Turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline and
I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't nothing but a G thing
Switch lanes, get drained, hand down her mixtape
I'm the type of thug that's built to last
You touch me, Ill put my foot in your dinner meal
I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall
That you might need a giraffe
When you was counting this cash, Ferrari!

[Hook]

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Bean (2015-09-23 19:57:00)

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Useless, contains false information

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