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budouble - 187 (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
187 right now, n-gg-
run up, then we blow you right down, n-gg-
head shot, ain’t no leg shot, that’s a red dot
them red hots k!lling shit all the time, yeah that’s dead cops
r.i.p to all the fallen soldiers
i be all through the town, from the dub to the nolia
catch me on the other side, probably trynna f-ck you over
n-gg-s riding, we be sliding, probably trynna slump you over

[verse 1]
none but hitters in my squad, make me call king shoota, n-gg-
he’ll never ask, “what he do?”
he just shoot a n-gg- down
swear i only f-ck with all savages
only talk to guys, i don’t f-ck with no average b-tch
we be doing crimes, ride in steamers, all kind of hits
whack a n-gg- then slide back when his candle lit
at the same spot, yeah we got the same drama
homie smoked a n-gg-, now my homie got a rain drop
while the plug did his eyeball, i’m off drugs poured while i jack ball
and if you looking like a stain, we’ll jack y’all
only jack bread, i don’t never jack off
cause i got hoes on my d-ck, cause the know a n-gg- next
i ain’t never been with nike but i’m f-cking off a check
bro put a body on his .40 and we trade it for a mac
get you poked up in the county, send a hit through collect
n-gg- shout out my connect
he got kush, he got lean, he got crack
he got rock, he got pills, he got guns, he got smack
n-gg-s see me, say what’s up, then they talk behind my back
till i pop out where you at, come out, my vest is double br-ss
two 30’s, that’s 60, n-gg-
plus my bro savage sheen got fifty, n-gg-
don’t make us rock out with them glizzies till they empty, n-gg-
and we ain’t picky, we let semis off at any n-gg-
pull up, pop you in yo dreads, n-gg-, now you just a dead n-gg-
you are just a broke boy, you don’t have no bands, n-gg-
put a drum on that b-tch then we [?] the band, n-gg-
played a quick tune for ’em, yeah we made him dance
on the pole where it’s at, red bone give me neck
b-tch i’m riding for my set, that mean i died for the next
real n-gg- they respect, bad b-tch, good weed
up the roll on that hoe, all you seen was blue cheese
none but hunnids like that, yeah i’m coming like that
i don’t kick it, that’s why n-gg-s don’t run it right back
should i run it right back? i ain’t even write that
he tried to swing so i popped him, i ain’t wanna fight back
throw yo’ p’s in the air for my bro, if you ride with the moon
if you don’t, n-gg-, you get robbed when this tool spit
so many bad hoes i don’t know who to pick
so please, baby girl, yo’ baby daddy losing
look me in my eyes, you can see a lot of pain
i been through a lot of things, i done hit a lot of stains
real n-gg-s who was rocking ‘fore i had a lot of fame
when i make it, swear to god, i’ma buy a lot of chains
ask smithy, he gon’ tell you i go cray in the stu’
ask the streets, they gon’ tell you that i payed up my dues
ask your b-tch, she gon’ say i’m more famous than you
i got shorties with the shits, who more dangerous than you
that be popping out, f-ck you talking ’bout, 30’s popping out
swerving through disguise, stopping traffic trynna hawk you down
red tape, that’s a homicide, it’s a homicide
winter time, heat his block up like it’s summer time
n-gg-s say they hot, no you not, n-gg-s know you lying
b-tch i’m back now, everybody know the summer mine
wanna feature now, that’s a racket, f-ck you talking ’bout
they like, “why you taxing?”
cause yo’ weak -ss trynna buy some clout!

- budouble

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