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freddie gibbs – one eighty seven lyrics

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[verse 1: freddie gibbs]
yeah, these are the tales that i tell so well
i hit this new chick named mich-lle in my 6-8 chevelle
and yo, last week it was mich-lle, but this week it’s monique
who had the best, yo, i can’t tell, both them hoes was some freaks
that b-tch one 87, that sh-t one 87
put me to sleep, got that k!ller p-ssy, go call the reverend
push up the coast, watch her p-ssy pop in my 9-11
i’m standing tall, got me busting off like a loaded weapon

[hook: freddie gibbs]
that b-tch one 87
that b-tch one 87
that b-tch one 87
got that k!ller p-ssy, call the reverend

[verse 2: freddie gibbs]
that b-tch one 87, f-cked in my ’87
hotbox my chevy, we posted up for the smoking session
won’t take your chick out to dinner but i eat that b-tch for breakfast
hit her with that d-ck in the morning, leave all my b-tches stressing
f-ck all these acting–ss b-tches, ratchet–ss b-tches
sign my name in bl–dy murder, b-tch, i autograph b-tches
know some n-ggas ’round my way that might spend all the cash with ya
hope i treat you for a day then drop you with your last n-gga
but don’t be scared to bust it open for me
bring that sh-t back in slow motion for me
dropping bucket naked for this money
got all my b-tches checking for the money

[hook: freddie gibbs]
that b-tch one 87
that b-tch one 87
that b-tch one 87
got that k!ller p-ssy, call the reverend

[verse 3: freddie gibbs]
these are the tales that i tell so well
i hit this b-tch in a-t-l, she was from riverdale
she f-cked with ballers, i could tell from her hair to her nails
can’t say goodbye, that p-ssy fye like it was dope on a scale

[hook: freddie gibbs]
that b-tch one 87
that b-tch one 87
that b-tch one 87
got that k!ller p-ssy, call the reverend

[verse 4: problem]
watching you swing around the pole’y
while i be taking these shots like kobe
just ordered a bottle of cham
please come ringing around the rosey
don’t bring her around the homies
she thicker than stogies
i eat her like hoagies
knowing ain’t good for me like snitching the police
but i just keep calling that b-tch
pop a band, let it fall in that b-tch
take her home, get dome
zip then rip there and leave it all in that b-tch
i get mad when n-ggas calling that b-tch
almost had a n-gga caught in a twist
done near lost my girlfriend for that whirlwind start falling and slip
better back up though
i can’t fight, she gon’ get it back up though
k!ller with the head, call it cutthroat
bust a n-gga head, is it love, no
she come real quick when i f-ck slow
f-ck slow, f-ck slow, f-ck slow
still here cause my f-cks slow
it’s daddy’s little sl-t though

[hook: freddie gibbs]
that b-tch one 87
that b-tch one 87
that b-tch one 87
got that k!ller p-ssy, call the reverend

- freddie gibbs lyrics

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