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Frecuency X Drippy Jay - Rest in Peace Lyrics
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Waking up in the morning yeah i brush my teeth
Gotta get it how i get it yeah i gotta eat
You're not gonna tell me shit you weren't there for me
How you get it on yo own but you got these fees
We smoking on yo dead homie he cant rest in peace
Im counting different kind of money man its all deceased
I'm tryna own everything im not with the lease
Seen my lil homie grow he gone be a beast
And you know i'm steady tryna run up all my cheese
Gave her some good dick now she not tryna leave
She enjoy my vibe she love my company
Said she was down too ride she gave me her keys
We cruising thru our city and my homie got his stick
Catch him in a bad mood he empty the clip
That nigga folded under pressure that nigga aint shit
Wanted me to front some bags it's not happening
I dont want you shawty we just got no connection
Glock 45 it hold a 30 piece
Shawty know me and i don't like to be teased
I'ma end up f*cking on yo older niece
I'm in the streets and we selling out QP's
I'm in the streets and i'm hanging with OG's
Yuh they hittas they gon knock you off yo feet
Yuh they hittas to yo crib they gon creep
We gon break into yo crib when you asleep
We gon run when we start seeing police
I don't need a hoe i only need that cheese
Shawty she a nat she got her some flee's
My niggas in that kitchen whipping that Maiz
My niggas out here and we repping our Paiz
I don't f*ck with rats they give me allergy's
I'm at the top now i hear apologize
How you f*ck with me but you ain't heard of me
I don't f*ck with niggas that have turned on me
Yo bitch gon suck my dick with some courtesy
I got hypothermia by ice on me
Waking up in the morning yeah i brush my teeth
Gotta get it how i get it yeah i gotta eat
You're not gonna tell me shit you weren't there for me
How you get it on yo own but you got these fees
We smoking on yo dead homie he cant rest in peace
I'm counting different kind of money man its all deceased
I'm tryna own everything im not with the lease
Seen my lil homie grow he gone be a beast
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Waking up in the morning yeah i brush my teeth
Gotta get it how i get it yeah i gotta eat
You're not gonna tell me shit you weren't there for me
How you get it on yo own but you got these fees
We smoking on yo dead homie he cant rest in peace
Im counting different kind of money man its all deceased
I'm tryna own everything im not with the lease
Seen my lil homie grow he gone be a beast
And you know i'm steady tryna run up all my cheese
Gave her some good dick now she not tryna leave
She enjoy my vibe she love my company
Said she was down too ride she gave me her keys
We cruising thru our city and my homie got his stick
Catch him in a bad mood he empty the clip
That nigga folded under pressure that nigga aint shit
Wanted me to front some bags it's not happening
I dont want you shawty we just got no connection
Glock 45 it hold a 30 piece
Shawty know me and i don't like to be teased
I'ma end up f*cking on yo older niece
I'm in the streets and we selling out QP's
I'm in the streets and i'm hanging with OG's
Yuh they hittas they gon knock you off yo feet
Yuh they hittas to yo crib they gon creep
We gon break into yo crib when you asleep
We gon run when we start seeing police
I don't need a hoe i only need that cheese
Shawty she a nat she got her some flee's
My niggas in that kitchen whipping that Maiz
My niggas out here and we repping our Paiz
I don't f*ck with rats they give me allergy's
I'm at the top now i hear apologize
How you f*ck with me but you ain't heard of me
I don't f*ck with niggas that have turned on me
Yo bitch gon suck my dick with some courtesy
I got hypothermia by ice on me
Waking up in the morning yeah i brush my teeth
Gotta get it how i get it yeah i gotta eat
You're not gonna tell me shit you weren't there for me
How you get it on yo own but you got these fees
We smoking on yo dead homie he cant rest in peace
I'm counting different kind of money man its all deceased
I'm tryna own everything im not with the lease
Seen my lil homie grow he gone be a beast
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Writer: Jason Rivera, Richard Rivera
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