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Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
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Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
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Jason L. Martin
Jason L. Martin
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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 bitch one-eighty-seven, that shit one-eighty-seven Put me to sleep, got that killer pussy, go call the reverend Push up the coast watch her pussy pop in my 9-11 I'm standin tall, got me bustin' off like a loaded weapon That bitch one-eighty-seven (ughhh) That bitch one-eighty seven That bitch one-eighty seven Got that killer pussy call the reverend (ughhh) That bitch one-eighty seven, fucked 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 bitch for breakfast Hit her with that dick in the morning, leave all my bitches stressin' Fuck all these actin' ass bitches - ratchet ass bitches Sign my name in bloody murder, bitch I autograph bitches Know some niggas 'round my way that might spend all the cash with ya Hope I treat you for a day then drop you with ya last nigga But don't be scared to bust it open for me Bring that shit back in slow motion for me Dropping bucket-naked for this money Got all my bitches checking for the money These are the tales that I tell so well I hit this bitch in A-T-L, she was from Riverdale She fucked with ballers I could tell from her hair to her nails Can't say goodbye, that pussy fye like it was dope on a scale 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 bitch Pop a band let it fall in that bitch Take her home, get dome? Zip then rip there and leave it all in that bitch I get mad when niggas calling that bitch Almost had a nigga 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 niggas head is it love, no She come real quick when I fuck slow Fuck slow, fuck slow, fuck slow Still licks my butt slow It's daddy's little slut though
Writer(s): Freddie Gibbs, Jonathan King, Jason Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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