Rick Ross - 187 lyrics

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Rick Ross - 187 lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyga] T-Raw's, rock my own kick game 8 figure deal how I'm court-side at Clip game Still pop ace king sh** I'm with Rosé Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ OK the day you beating me b**h no day Bandz A Make Her Dance, that's thousand dollar foreplay AK get a full clip not a sound wave You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste b**h n***a you don't want no drama I'm worth a couple commas It's d**h before dishonor Last king come sign up all my sh** be designer Extraordinary rhymer I bodied yo' sh** for nothing West up, hot temper Get wet up she give me head not neck up She clean the mess up One false move d**h from gesture Cash in the safe I don't feel no pressure [Hook 2x] I'm dope (all) all my sh** dope (all) all my sh** dope Cuz it's 187 how I'm k**ing these hoes [Verse 2: Rick Ross] sh** She f** hermes and the hustle Crown on the watch she got n***as still thuggin' 8.7 on the crib so f** it Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget New chains, rollex links New chick just to drag my mink New car just to ride around here Aviator crew we flyest 'round here Hating on hood n***as dying 'round here Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard Cars rockstar dope boys at odds I done seen it all but it's back to these broads' Hands clap like a n***a in the stadium Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of 'em I see you sleeping boy don't make me pick your label up Scottie Pippen on the dribble I just laid 'em up Another triple got me tripping like it's angel dust We just winning all the women in my table ah Say my name say my name n***a say my name 100 million dollar name n***a say my name [Hook: 2x] Dope (all) all my sh** dooe (all) all my sh** dope Cuz it's 187 how I k**ing these hoes [Verse 3: tyga] Chief rocka, pill popper Tell them pull them things out cause my car topless Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence So Sincere in her Belly, that's that Nas sh** King announcing that gangsta sh** we mobbin' We taking your dollars creflo no white collar I (pop pop) wish a n***a would call thomas b**h im the bomb call me the unabomber Money in my game I'm driving sh** that's insane You n***as stay in your lane no playing ain't nothing changed Pardon this good regime, I make your girl David Blaine Murder was the case all the kids say that n***a T-raw [Hook : 2x] Dope (all) all my sh** dooe (all) all my sh** dope Cuz it's 187 how I k**ing these hoes (Tyga ft. Rick Ross Dope Lyrics)