Giggs – 187 Lyrics

Giggs – 187 Lyrics
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    "187." - Giggs

    Album: BIG BAD...
    Track No: 03
    (Machine baby)
    (Let's-a go)
    (Machine baby)
    (Let's-a go)
    Turn up my headphones
    One MAC-10 (Ten)
    One eleven (Eleven)
    Its 187 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    187 (Hah)
    187 (Seven)
    187 (187)
    One MAC-10 (MAC-10)
    One eleven
    Just pull up at the spot
    Roll up, and I'm big about it
    Might pull up with a 4 (Umm!)
    Now everyone at Hollowman's local
    Might pull up where it's hot (Where it's hot)
    And neena know **** be working
    Might pull up on a job (Yeah)
    What's on the menu?
    Oh, that's them man?
    Glocks at the venue (Yeah)
    I had lots on the menu (Menu)
    I had lots at the venue (Yeah)
    I'm gonna have to continue
    To just floss and offend you
    Hands on the cash (The cash)
    I had Buck on the phone all morning
    And got my gang on attack (Jeez)
    I had Buck on the phone just yawning
    I got my gang getting gassed (Yeah)
    I got the smallest circle of soldiers
    'Cause I got stabbed in the back (Umm!)
    Who's getting heavy (Heavy)
    I got dudes on the ready
    So who's getting ready (Who's getting ready?)
    And, who gets a girl at the end
    Please, who's getting Debbie
    Yeah, dig 'em up, yeah, yeah
    Fools getting buried
    One MAC-10 (Ten)
    One eleven (Yeah)
    Its 187 (Seven)
    187 (187)
    187 (187)
    187 (187)
    One Mac-10 (Yeah)
    One eleven
    Money's low
    I had one in seven
    I had couple 9s and 10s
    And one eleven (Ooh)
    Riders posted
    Bunnin' lemon
    Man are ready
    Just come and get 'em
    Bounce and a ounce (Ounce)
    Back from the wildest party
    And I'm out for the count (Yeah)
    Out for the count (Count)
    Knocked out on the couch (On the couch)
    No one don't tell me nuttin'
    I threw a mouse in the house
    You better respect that
    I get the message and I text back
    I put a message on the next rack (Yeah)
    I put my zoobie where the cheques at (Yeah)
    I get the pussy, then I flex that (Yeah)
    You better run it and address that (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    I want my money where my desk at (Money where my desk at)
    I got pills and a lyca (So what)
    So who's getting hyper (Yeah)
    **** think they're rapping up man
    So who's in a cypher?
    He just sliced up a man's cake, by just using a slicer (Straight)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    187 (Seven)
    I had one in bussin', and one in revvin' (Yeah)
    We ain't comin', discussing
    We comin', dead him
    I had them mother fuckers dropping like them fucking lemmings (Haha)
    One MAC-10 (Ten)
    One eleven (One Eleven)
    Its 187 (187)
    187 (187)
    187 (187)
    187 (187)
    One MAC-10
    One eleven (Eleven)

    Writer(s): Giggs & Machine Baby.

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