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187 collective - business economy lyrics

[verse 1: odiato]
show me yo hands, cuz this a robbery
give me the bands, like i won the lottery
shaped like a vase, she lookin like pottery
got a fat ass and she grew up in poverty
[?]
need me some closure i want me a spliff
i’m fixin the dessert, i’m askin for lips
i don’t got money, i’ll pay with my d_ck
oh so you won’t accept that now?
headshot, where yo vest at now?
up late, i don’t rest no more
demons interrupt my flow
got sally in the cut with the gs
got a body with cuts on the knees
don’t need a gun, knife up my sleeve
dare you to take it from me
you street, but you don’t got knowledge
how yo music trash like possum
if you got them hands then toss em
[?] so imma go off em
[?]
[?] 2 shots to his front
[?] hot like the sun
saliva grey and odi on a track
turn the green to black
stolen cadillac [?] the money comin back
i got sally comin in, demon eyes we boutta k!ll
[verse 2: saliva grey]
yeah saliva comin through to put em in a casket
odiato cut em up and leave em in a plastic
laughin at the murder then we smokin on the cannabis
session on yo ashes, can imagine
ain’t a motherf_ckin day when ain’t saliva makin switches
got a couple k!llers in the motherf_ckin sickness
skrrt skrrt, get murked murked, better learn learn
187 leave you in the river with the fishes
uh, yeah, y’all know my city
804, reppin the river, we drippin ay, what
f_ck who ain’t with us
[?] yo throat, we be runnin in vicious
[?] business
[?]
it’s only 5 of us, all of y’all tryin and [?]
you can get the f_ck out of my face

[verse 3: badkidmizu]
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alone with the stick, no flood of fear
don’t like yo music, get it out my ear
[?]
told that b_tch to catch bones like a cavalier
[?]
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b_tch you a lab rat
i’m cummin, the cum’s boutta dissect
yo b_tch suck me off no dyson
let her rip on yo block no tyson
[?]
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187 the playmakers
give a f_ck bout the chop we got haymakers
and we beatin the block like we mayweather
[verse 4: dubich]
can’t hear the f_cksh_t you speakin of
187 murderin [?]
[?] is bleedin now
[?] chest
i’m out here chasin these demons away
drugs in my knees and i beg em to stay
miss when i drop to my knees and i pray
it’s been so long since i had any faith
imma run away, [?] my name
in the same breath cursin all the misery and pain
[?] all the songs that are all the same
and all of these n_ggas obsess over what?
187 we blessin yo dutch
804 reppin [?]
zed in the studio rollin it up
now it’s smokey as f_ck and i’m goin in blind
black as the soul that’s inside of my eyes
can’t trust myself, no i cannot confide
and i [?] the solder wrapped up in his mind
how could i be anybody special when i stop and try to take a second breath and it’s stressful for me
suffer motherf_cker if you think i want yo numbers, tryna blow up, yo attention’s a rent off of me

- 187 collective lyrics

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