Rick Ross - 187 (feat. Tyga) текст песни

[Verse]
T-raw rock my own kick game
8 figure deal deal figure how im courtside at Clip game
Still pop ace b*tch
Im a rose black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ

OK the day you beating me no day
Bands a make her dance that’s thousand dollar foreplay
AK get a full clip not a soundwave
You kissed her in her mouth ask her how my d*ck taste

You don’t want no drama im worth a couple commas
Its death before dishonor
Last king come sign him all shit to be designer
Extraordinary rhymer our bodies

West west up hot temper get wet up she give me
Neck up she clean the mess up
One false move death from a gesture
Cash in the safe nigga I don’t feel no pressure
Im dope

[Hook]
All my ni*gas dope
All my b*tches dope
Cuz its 187 how how killing these

All my ni*gas dope
All my b*tches dope
Cuz its 187 how how killing these

[Verse]
She f*ck Hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch
8.7 on the crib so f*ck it
Went gold on the music 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 flies around here

Hating on hood ni*gas that aint round here
Bounce our balls got insurance on the beard
Cars, rockstars dope boys at odds
I done seen it all but its back to these broads

Hands clap like a ni*ga in the stadium
Million dollar chain but im rocking 8 of em
I see you slipping boy don’t make me pick your label up
Scottie Pipen on the dribble I just laid em up

Nother trouble got me tripping like its angel dust
We just winning all the women on our table huh
Same my name say my name b*tch say my name
100 million dollar name b*tch say my name

[Hook]
All my ni*gas dope
All my b*tches dope
Cuz its 187 how how killing these

All my ni*gas dope
All my b*tches dope
Cuz its 187 how how killing these

Rocka pill popper
Tell them pull them things out cuz my car topless
Off topic get on top it
Wish us some absence

So sincere in her belly
King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbing
We taking your dollar no white collar
I pop pop wish a nigga would I promise

I’m the bomb call me the
Money in my game I’m driving you ni*gas insane
You ni*gas stay in your lane no playing aint nothing changed

Pardon this good regime I make your girl
David Blane murder was the case
All the kids say that nigga T-Raw dope

[Hook]
All my ni*gas dope
All my b*tches dope
Cuz its 187 how how killing these

All my ni*gas dope
All my b*tches dope
Cuz its 187 how how killing these