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FREDDIE GIBBS : One Eighty Seven lyrics

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FREDDIE GIBBS lyrics : "One Eighty Seven"

(Feat. Problem)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, these are the tales that I tell so well

I hit this new chick named Michelle in my 6-8 Chevelle
And yo last week it was Michelle, but this week it's Monique
Who had the best, yo, I can't tell, both them hoes was some freaks

That bi**h one-eighty-seven, that %#@! one-eighty-seven
Put me to sleep, got that killer #[email protected], go call the reverend
Push up the coast watch her #[email protected] pop in my 9-11

I'm standin tall, got me bustin' off like a loaded weapon

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]

That bi**h one-eighty-seven (ughhh)
That bi**h one-eighty seven
That bi**h one-eighty seven

Got that killer #[email protected] call the reverend (ughhh)

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]

That bi**h one-eighty seven, f**ked in my 87'
Hotbox my Chevy we posted up for the smoking section
Won't take your chick out to dinner but I eat that bi**h for breakfast

Hit her with that dick in the morning, leave all my bi**hes stressin'
$#&@ all these actin' $$# bi**hes - ratchet $$# bi**hes
Sign my name in bloody murder, bi**h I autograph bi**hes

Know some ^!$$%s 'round my way that might spend all the cash with ya
Hope I treat you for a day then drop you with ya last ^!$$%
But don't be scared to bust it open for me

Bring that %#@! back in slow motion for me
Dropping bucket-naked for this money
Got all my bi**hes checking for the money


[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
These are the tales that I tell so well
I hit this bi**h in A-T-L, she was from Riverdale

She f**ked with ballers I could tell from her hair to her nails
Can't say goodbye, that #[email protected] fye like it was dope on a scale

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]

[Verse 4: Problem]

Watching you swing around the pole'y
While I be taking these shots like Kobe
Just ordered a bottle of cham'

Please come ringing around the rosey
Don't bring her around the homies
She thicker than a stogie

I eat her like hoagies
Knowin it ain't good for me like snitching the police
But I just keep calling that bi**h

Pop a band let it fall in that bi**h
Take her home, get dome ?
Zip then rip there and leave it all in that bi**h

I get mad when ^!$$%s calling that bi**h
Almost had a ^!$$% caught in a twist
Done near lost my girlfriend for that whirlwind start fallin' and slip

Better back up though
I can't fight she gon' get it back up though
Killer with the head, call it cut-throat

Bust a ^!$$%s head is it love, no
She come real quick when I f**k slow
$#&@ slow, f**k slow, f**k slow

Still licks my butt slow
It's daddy's little [email protected]#% though

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]

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