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187 - baby nue lyrics

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them hallows gone rip throu his body
kick shi lik wasabi knowin them bois be wildin
all that spit f*ck the bark jus try it

187 we ridin, 9 to 5 ain’t buy it
yeen ain’t jumped off the porch quiet lyin
bg jus kno i’m slidin
bus out the side wid tht fye
all these ops must die
ma i can’t tell no lie

f*k can’t be in me, they ain’t seein me
all tht love from a nicca gon sink wen you reach
so bitxh h*ll nah ion reach
most these nicca gon leach move wid the rec no lead
squeeze til the glock on e
nicca never f*k wid law why
cus thy ain’t ever fw me
nicca stop faking yeen flockin
yeen never rob n0body
yeen never hit no car
bit was doin tht in my diaper
yeen never been onna field tht war
yeen never run wid thm titans
yeen my gang ion lik you
100k swipin
cougar b*tch let me bring it out her
pushin it lik her mileage
cougar b*tch won’t break a promise
yo honor i did dirt ain’t sorry
thy get karma
hallows gone make creations
hallows rearrange organs
bit you a donor

them hallows gone rip throu his body
kick shi lik wasabi knowin them bois be wildin
all that spit f*ck the bark jus try it
187 we ridin, 9 to 5 ain’t buy it
yeen ain’t jumped off the porch quiet lyin
bg jus kno i’m slidin
bus out the side wid tht fye
all these ops must die
ma i can’t tell no lie

aye, aye, aye
look, look, stop all that talking my n*gga let’s get it
n*ggas want beef man i’m feeling the tension
all in her mouth now i’m all in her mentions
had to cut her off had selfish intentions
n*ggas be mad they all in they feelings
n*ggas be talking know they some b*tches
walk on this beat it’s hurting my tendons
not going back and forth this is not tennis

i want an ar with double d titties
cuz make a serve im talking bout whitney
opps come with 10 but we spin with 50
hopped out the whip strapped up with my d*ckies
we do em dirty i’m talking about filthy
i be so hot boy they calling my chili
i be so lit boy i’m sippin on henny
n*ggas act gangsta they need them a grammy

them hallows gone rip throu his body
kick shi lik wasabi knowin them bois be wildin
all that spit f*ck the bark jus try it
187 we ridin, 9 to 5 ain’t buy it
yeen ain’t jumped off the porch quiet lyin
bg jus kno i’m slidin
bus out the side wid tht fye
all these ops must die
ma i can’t tell no lie
i can’t tell no lie

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