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Tugg - R.I.P Shawn Freestyle Lyrics



Tugg - R.I.P Shawn Freestyle Lyrics
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These niggas thought the motion slowed down, they crazy
Yea
Married to the money we having our honeymoon
This shit like veggie tales I'm making the onions move
Rap got slow I was thinking bout other moves
Thought shorty was the one she was f*cking another dude
He front me what I buy now the books coming in the twos
Niggas hating on me they bitch coming to choose
Saks fifth trip, spent six something on shoes
Never gave a f*ck, my outfit say Rhude
Shoutout to that lady on the east, she a AllStar
All I had to do was touch the ball like the monstars
Didn't have a whip, was dumping grits out my mom car
Free my nigga reaf he did a chase and hit a squad car
Half ticket out my last trap I made the block hot
Show you how to stretch the grams out and make the spot rock
Homie from the north still spinnin he from stock block
Only thing I hate is being broke, I don't got opps
Me I'm from the bottom of the map, but we got top
Long Live Shawn, I've been hurting since he got shot
Still had to hustle everyday this shit don't stop Grams to the weight, ima shake nigga come shop
Get some paper they start hating you for no reason
Up late, can't sleep cause the phone ringing
Out of state selling Bo's out the four seasons
Made a way from out nothing, I'm a young genius
Stood tall thru flames and when changed on me
Now they wanna be my friend cause this change on me
When I was younger unc use to put his chain on me
Real brick layers giving all the game to me
I'm from the jungle, I done seen niggas laid flat
Really ducked bullets, while the homies trynna spray back
Youngins die because they making songs could've stayed rap
But he ain't have to mention dead homies, could've stayed back
Really was a hooper, coach cut him cause his grades wack
Brother introduced him to the streets, so he played that
In Atlanta pitching, I could pull up where the Braves at
We ain't even fenna hit the club, where the plays at
Crazy how they only love a nigga dead or locked up
Niggas do you dirty bout that paper get you mopped up
Keep the straight drop for the cheapest so the spot rush
Niggas trynna duplicate the wave but they not us
Who'd have thought we ever get this lit? Shit just popped up
My youngin said he'll do it on the strength get you popped up
I'll turn to Jigga for them figures, throw the rock up
Remember niggas hated on the vision they ain't stop us
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These niggas thought the motion slowed down, they crazy
Yea
Married to the money we having our honeymoon
This shit like veggie tales I'm making the onions move
Rap got slow I was thinking bout other moves
Thought shorty was the one she was f*cking another dude
He front me what I buy now the books coming in the twos
Niggas hating on me they bitch coming to choose
Saks fifth trip, spent six something on shoes
Never gave a f*ck, my outfit say Rhude
Shoutout to that lady on the east, she a AllStar
All I had to do was touch the ball like the monstars
Didn't have a whip, was dumping grits out my mom car
Free my nigga reaf he did a chase and hit a squad car
Half ticket out my last trap I made the block hot
Show you how to stretch the grams out and make the spot rock
Homie from the north still spinnin he from stock block
Only thing I hate is being broke, I don't got opps
Me I'm from the bottom of the map, but we got top
Long Live Shawn, I've been hurting since he got shot
Still had to hustle everyday this shit don't stop Grams to the weight, ima shake nigga come shop
Get some paper they start hating you for no reason
Up late, can't sleep cause the phone ringing
Out of state selling Bo's out the four seasons
Made a way from out nothing, I'm a young genius
Stood tall thru flames and when changed on me
Now they wanna be my friend cause this change on me
When I was younger unc use to put his chain on me
Real brick layers giving all the game to me
I'm from the jungle, I done seen niggas laid flat
Really ducked bullets, while the homies trynna spray back
Youngins die because they making songs could've stayed rap
But he ain't have to mention dead homies, could've stayed back
Really was a hooper, coach cut him cause his grades wack
Brother introduced him to the streets, so he played that
In Atlanta pitching, I could pull up where the Braves at
We ain't even fenna hit the club, where the plays at
Crazy how they only love a nigga dead or locked up
Niggas do you dirty bout that paper get you mopped up
Keep the straight drop for the cheapest so the spot rush
Niggas trynna duplicate the wave but they not us
Who'd have thought we ever get this lit? Shit just popped up
My youngin said he'll do it on the strength get you popped up
I'll turn to Jigga for them figures, throw the rock up
Remember niggas hated on the vision they ain't stop us
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Writer: Marlon Beard
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Performed By: Tugg
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Marlon Beard
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