Tyga - 187

Song Rating: 7.64/10

Song lyrics:

[Verse 1: Tyga]
T-Raws, rock my own kick game
8 figure deal how Im court-side at Clip game
Still pop ace king sh** Im with RosΓ©
Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me b**h no day
Bandz A Make Her Dance, thats 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 dont want no drama Im worth a couple commas
Its 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 dont feel no pressure

[Hook 2x]
Im dope
(all) all my sh** dope
(all) all my sh** dope
Cuz its 187 how Im k**ing these hoes

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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 aint 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 its back to these broads
Hands clap like a n***a in the stadium
Million dollar chain but Im rocking 8 of em
I see you sleeping boy dont make me pick your label up
Scottie Pippen on the dribble I just laid em up
Another triple got me tripping like its 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]
(all) all my sh** dooe
(all) all my sh** dope
Cuz its 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, thats 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 Im driving sh** thats insane
You n***as stay in your lane no playing aint 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]
(all) all my sh** dooe
(all) all my sh** dope
Cuz its 187 how I k**ing these hoes

(Tyga ft. Rick Ross Dope Lyrics)

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 19:33