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187 - boosie badazz lyrics

[chorus: b.g. & boosie badazz]
it’s gon be 187 in the 187
it’s gon be booka after booka [?]
riding through the hood, with a pocket full of money
got a whole tommy gun, and a whole [?]
it’s gon be 187 in the 187
it’s gon be booka after booka [?]
riding through the hood, with a pocket full of money
got a whole tommy gun, and a whole [?]

[verse 1: b.g.]
[?] beefint with me, or they [?]
[?] make sure you get the picture
make sure you get the [?]
[?]
[?] go check my resume
i’m bout that [?], i’m bout that bang bang everyday
i see some [?] i’ve seen some [?] nights
i come from chopper city [?]
[?] dirty
[?] on that dirty 30
gizzle a whole g, i been [?]
[?]
f*cking with me and mine, [?]
[?] t*shirt [?]
[chorus: b.g. & boosie badazz]
it’s gon be 187 in thе 187
it’s gon be booka after booka [?]
riding through the hood, with a pockеt full of money
got a whole tommy gun, and a whole [?]
it’s gon be 187 in the 187
it’s gon be booka after booka [?]
riding through the hood, with a pocket full of money
got a whole tommy gun, and a whole [?]

[verse 2: boosie badazz]
187, 187, it’s murda n*gga
mind of a mainiac, [?]
shots out the drop top [?]
[?] solve the problem
[?] these n*ggas [?]
[?] whoever tried to play me, they dead now
like [?] said, send that b*tch up in a body bag
[?] let’s see who get the last laugh
murda murda [?]
[?] we gon turn ya
[?]
i be wildin through the hood, [?] southside
[?] i’ll leave your insides outside
[?] monty carlo
[?]
[?]
[?] god don’t save this n*gga
why they wanna f*ck with some [?] richh n*ggas?
[chorus: b.g. & boosie badazz]
it’s gon be 187 in the 187
it’s gon be booka after booka [?]
riding through the hood, with a pocket full of money
got a whole tommy gun, and a whole [?]
it’s gon be 187 in the 187
it’s gon be booka after booka [?]
riding through the hood, with a pocket full of money
got a whole tommy gun, and a whole [?]

[verse 3: boosie badazz]
brand new 223, brand new [?]
[?] straight as a bow and aro
[?] walk up on him and catch [?]
[?] when you hit that n*gga up
that’s [?]
get ’em up, get ’em up, [?]
stop it fool [?] rebock shoes
all the way [?]
hit that b*tch up in the head, let his soul run away
[?] sweet potato pie, ride or die
i’m the reason the murder rate’s sky high

- boosie badazz lyrics

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