ft rick ross tyga - 187 (ft. rick ross) - tyga lyrics
[verse]
t-raw rock my own kick game
8 figure deal figure how im courtside at clip game
still pop ace king sh-t
im a rose black maybach leather gloves on that oj
ok the day you beating me b-tch no day
bands a make her dance that’s thousand dollar foreplay
ak get a full clip not a soundwave
you kissed her in her mouth ask her how my d-ck taste
b-tch n-gg- you don’t want no drama im worth a couple
commas
its death before dishonor
last king come sign up all sh-t to be designer
extraordinary rhymer our bodies
west west up hot temper
get wet up she give me head not neck up
clean the mess up
one false move death from a gesture
cash in the safe n-gg- i don’t feel no pressure
im dope
[hook]x2
all my sh-t dope
all my sh-t dope
cuz its 187 how how killing these
[verse]
she f-ck hermes and the hustle
crown on the watch young n-gg- still thuggin
8.7 on the crib so f-ck it
went gold in a month so it aint no budget
new chains rollex links
new chick just to drag my mink
new car just to ride around here
aviator crew we flies around here
hating on who n-gg-s die round here
bounce our b-lls got insurance on the beard
cars, rockstars dope boys at odds
i done seen it all but its back to these broads
hands clap like a n-gg- in the stadium
million dollar chain but im rocking 8 of em
i see you slipping boy don’t make me pick your label up
scottie pipen on the dribble i just laid em up
nother trouble got me tripping like its angel dust
we just winning all the women on our table huh
same my name say my name n-gg- say my name
100 million dollar n-gg-
n-gg- say my name
[hook]x2
cheif rocka pill popper
told her pull them things out cuz my car topless
off topic get on top it
wish us some absence
so sincere in her belly thats that nas sh-t
king announcing that gangsta sh-t we mobbing
we taking your dollars creflo no white collar
i pop pop wish a n-gg- would call thomas
b-tch i’m the bomb call me the unit bomber
money in my game i’m driving sh-t thats insane
you n-gg-s stay in your lane no playing aint nothing
changed
pardon this good regime i make your girl
david blane murder was the case
all the kids say that n-gg- t-raw dope
[hook]x2
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