Tyga – 187 (ft. Rick Ross) (Audio, Lyrics)

Tyga - 187 (ft. Rick Ross)

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Throwback to “187” by Tyga featuring fellow rapper, Rick Ross. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song.

Tyga 187
Tyga 187

Tyga – 187 (ft. Rick Ross)

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
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/tyga/-/187.html]
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

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