187 Songtext
von Giggs

Machine, baby
Let′s go
Machine, baby
Let's go

Turn on my headphones
One MAC-10
One eleven
It′s 187
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One MAC-10
One eleven


Just pull up at the spot
Roll up in a big about it
Might pull up with a thot
And everyone in Harlem is local
Might pull up where it's hot
And you know them niggas be working
Might pull up on a job

What's on the menu?
Oh, that′s them man
Glocks in the venue
I had lots on the menu
I had lots in the venue
I′m gonna have to continue
To just floss and offend you

Hands on the cash
I had Buck on the phone all morning
And got my gang on attack
I had Buck on the phone just yawning
I got my gang getting gassed
I got the smallest circle of soldiers
Cause I got stabbed in the back


Who's getting heavy?
I got dudes on the ready
So who′s getting ready?
And who gets a girl at the end?
Please, who's getting Debbie?
Yeah, dig ′em up
Yeah, yeah, fools getting buried

One MAC-10
One eleven
It's 187
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One MAC-10
One eleven

Money′s low
I had one in seven
I had couple nines and tens
And one eleven
Riders posted
Bunning lemon
Man are ready
Just come and get 'em

Bounce on the ounce
Back from the wildest party
And I'm out for the count
Out for the count
Knocked out on the couch
No one don′t tell me nothing
I threw a mouse in the house

You better respect that
I get the message then I text back
I put a message on the next track
I put my zoobie where the cheques at
I get the pussy then I flex that
You better run it and address that
I want my money where my desk at

I got goons and a Lyca
So who′s getting hyper?
Niggas think they're wrapping up man
So who′s in the cypher?
He just sliced up a man's cake
By just using the slicer

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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I had one in bussing
And one in revving
We ain′t coming, discussing
Coming, deading
I had motherfuckers dropping like them fucking lemons

One MAC-10
One eleven
It's 187
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One MAC-10