BiBi's Revenge
RIP J.P... RIP hundred milli' G... You know what I'm talkin' bout?
I've been underestimating ya know...
Ain't really seeing shit for what it was ya heard me
Look...
Got the news on Thanksgiving that you were no longer livin'
How I'm gon visit you in heaven be easier you come to prison
Say the drugs in your system
The reason it's you we missing
Was just the right mix well shit
How can this be? How can this be?
You bought that shit from me
How can this be?
We hit the same sack but you OD
It's hurting me I know your wife looking at me funny
I'm lookin' back like how you gon fuck up all that money
I swear to god can't tell me nothing cuz I know you love me
I swear to god wit you it was never bout the money
Even tho you had a young nigga in your 550
Know when them people snatched me
You'd be there to come and get me
Know they wanna understand but I don't think they get me
I lost my dawg I'm part the reason he ain't here with me
Know they wanna understand but I don't think they get me
I lost my dawg I'm part the reason he ain't here with me...
I've been underestimating how I really felt
Now I can't keep this shit to myself
Been underestimating how I really feel
This shit can't be real
Was underestimating how I really felt
Now I can't keep this shit to myself
Been underestimating how I really feel
This shit can't be real
They say when a nigga got the ups he just got the ups
Day before Christmas eve when they sprayed up your Benz truck
In front your crib your whole family was inside the house
Just had spoke I love you was the last words out your mouth
Knew you was having premonitions all we told you was to stop trippin'
Guess when you really needed help nobody chose to listen
I blame myself like how they make a boss a murder victim
Like what they wait for the one day that I wasn't riding with him
Real life he died wit my FN on his lap
Never made it out the car ain't get to bust back
Got me sick I can't do shit but post RIP
It's Christmas I just wish the nigga head was under my tree
How can this be?
How you let these fuck niggaz come and kill you (BiBi)
How can this be?
How we let these fuck niggaz come and kill you (BiBi)
Just know forever we ain't hiding nigga
Just know its whatever know we ridin' nigga
I've been underestimating how I really felt
Now I can't keep this shit to myself
I was underestimating how I really feel
Look this shit can't be real
Was underestimating how I really felt
Now I can't keep this shit to myself
Been underestimating how I really feel
This shit can't be real...
(This shit can't be real)
I've been underestimating ya know...
Ain't really seeing shit for what it was ya heard me
Look...
Got the news on Thanksgiving that you were no longer livin'
How I'm gon visit you in heaven be easier you come to prison
Say the drugs in your system
The reason it's you we missing
Was just the right mix well shit
How can this be? How can this be?
You bought that shit from me
How can this be?
We hit the same sack but you OD
It's hurting me I know your wife looking at me funny
I'm lookin' back like how you gon fuck up all that money
I swear to god can't tell me nothing cuz I know you love me
I swear to god wit you it was never bout the money
Even tho you had a young nigga in your 550
Know when them people snatched me
You'd be there to come and get me
Know they wanna understand but I don't think they get me
I lost my dawg I'm part the reason he ain't here with me
Know they wanna understand but I don't think they get me
I lost my dawg I'm part the reason he ain't here with me...
I've been underestimating how I really felt
Now I can't keep this shit to myself
Been underestimating how I really feel
This shit can't be real
Was underestimating how I really felt
Now I can't keep this shit to myself
Been underestimating how I really feel
This shit can't be real
They say when a nigga got the ups he just got the ups
Day before Christmas eve when they sprayed up your Benz truck
In front your crib your whole family was inside the house
Just had spoke I love you was the last words out your mouth
Knew you was having premonitions all we told you was to stop trippin'
Guess when you really needed help nobody chose to listen
I blame myself like how they make a boss a murder victim
Like what they wait for the one day that I wasn't riding with him
Real life he died wit my FN on his lap
Never made it out the car ain't get to bust back
Got me sick I can't do shit but post RIP
It's Christmas I just wish the nigga head was under my tree
How can this be?
How you let these fuck niggaz come and kill you (BiBi)
How can this be?
How we let these fuck niggaz come and kill you (BiBi)
Just know forever we ain't hiding nigga
Just know its whatever know we ridin' nigga
I've been underestimating how I really felt
Now I can't keep this shit to myself
I was underestimating how I really feel
Look this shit can't be real
Was underestimating how I really felt
Now I can't keep this shit to myself
Been underestimating how I really feel
This shit can't be real...
(This shit can't be real)
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Writer(s): Tyree Shaw
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