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mar reynolds - 187 lyrics

[verse 1: mar reynolds]
real recognize real so i’m blind to you n-ggas
i’m finding you n-ggas
and maybe put a 9 to you n-ggas
gunshot
oh sh-t, now hold this, whole clip
and just know n-gga i won’t miss
i ain’t a k!ller though
i’m talking bout’ my rap sk!lls, i’m mad real
all these n-ggas steady getting they cap peeled
whoa
they told me get a grip, i got a grip
made the flow and polished it
spit the hardest sh-t from my f-cking esophagus
n-gga i’m the illest, acknowledge it
you probably wanna stop it quick
i’m a real n-gga me and you are opposite
my n-ggas talking politics, on some obama sh-t
hating -ss n-gg-ss looking romneyish
it’s time for a topic switch
my d-ck n-gga
d-mn your b-tch is on top of it
f-ck who i offend i never really gave a f-ck
my bars dangerous like angel dust
so go ahead inhale it up
drag addict
man y’all gotta quit drug rappin’
stay in your lane, you ain’t never been in drug traffic
and you bout’ to get in an accident
i’m rather sick
you n-ggas talk, i’d rather spit
i wanna see these n-ggas suffer, i’m a m-s-ch-st
i’m all action, y’all n-ggas are pacifists
i’m chilling with my dogs, on some f-cking sh-ggy sh-t
y’all n-ggas p-ssy like a bush, you a sh-ggy cl-t
bag back, you and your raps wack
i’m quick to pull a n-gga card like a blackjack
no arguments, that’s that
just listen to the snare beat
beef with mar reynolds? you won a prize, spare t–th

[hook]
and i won’t stop
doing 187s cause these n-ggas think they hot

(6x)

[verse 2: mar reynolds]

black magic, i’m a black magician
young n-gga of the chain like it’s abolition
mathematician, show you rap n-ggas bad divison
subtract a clip then i show his f-cking hat addition
i’m the illest dog, you might can tell
mad bars, it’s like a n-gga doing life in jail
nah i’m out on parole
dog i’m out of control
lyrics touch your spirit, mind, heart, body, and soul
wait a minute dog, i think i’m talking too slow
whoa
this sh-t is drastic, i’m spittin’ cl-ssics
to k!ll the m-sses
the wack sh-t you rapping is dead, i put it in casket
obituaries, other rappers is getting buried
put them in a cemetery once they notice that my sh-t is very
incredible, on top of your pedestal
i stay high up all because of that medical
n-gga what the f-ck, i’m k!lling these n-ggas like bubba gump
your girl a bus down so i hit her with an uppercut
what?!
have i done enough?
awh man, what the f-ck…

[hook]

- mar reynolds lyrics

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