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Correct 187 Wordplay Lyrics
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Correct 187 Wordplay
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[Chorus: Chris Crack] Still on my first page, never left my verb place, 187 wordplay I got arrested on Thursday but I’m back out Forty-two life stack house, just meet me at my trap house [Verse 1: Chris Crack] This shit satire, talk down on the clique you get the black eyes Act like you foggy get jumped like lily pads Yeah nigga we know you whack My bitch cooked me some breakfast, had a friend with her Been lending the dick while I’m penning this You niggas is feminine, wearing jaggers I beat her, she was lesbian I ain’t telling ‘em nothing, this shit personal And I’m wavy never wearing the wave cap Get your bitch snatched, move your [?] I flex thoughts, nigga where your jays at I stayed back and get laid flat They owe eight stacks but I will go into it [?] to my PayPal, I just dripping Still lending cash, peeling off these transactions Not a drug dealer, I keep a cold billy While them niggas all willy nilly [Verse 2: Lloyd Dot Dot] Still on my first page, wrought into the third day Hit Nirvana on some Cobain, Cassius Clay [?] Crack tooth smile through the hallways [?] with the one-hundred-thousand real quick I’ve fallen asleep and still feel it Adrenaline kicked in and pick up for me You felt timid, Olympic level apparently Y’all embarrassing, chief and Cherokees [?] flower comparable to H2O Heard by ICE and the Oreos Connecting the dots like some dominoes Fucking monopoly, I’m copping me a Galapagos Island where I done held the finest pineapple [?] Supersonic shine cap, Gary Peyton Shred fried rice, acid bacon I smoke in a pancake, last day for you has-beens Chris Crack yo, what’s cracking [Verse 3: Chris Crack] Kick off riot, I’m dying, let’s start a mosh pit At a rap show, put your hands in the air Even if you flat broke, I’m off jack So please check out the jack tape Yes I got the flat razor, I’m in the bat cave Left a badger looking ass bitch in a sad stage If you get whetted for fifty, you better steady precision Never had nipples, this shit ain’t never been funny You not post on top, I’m losing my mind And they tell me I should hold off I’m still knocking on shirt bruh, come to think about it Yeah it hurts bruh, leave your bitch around me dogging I’mma flirt bruh and probably fuck her I can come up with worse stuff, but I’mma [?] Never cuffing me, the law enforcement to the other suckers I put the cash in the duffle, and that’s on me on occasion On some cool ass Asians, I got plug, just paged me Californication [Verse 4: MFn Melo] Me and the flow stay adjacent, perfect pilot basement Like the ones I made at granny house, damn Fucking disease took my granny out Every since they dead I romance with them strands Go a little further for them bands like Orlando Jones Lions drumming and a nigga time shifting minds Plan kaboom, kablam, action figures in a jam And I sock ‘em [?] proper with they sans Watch your mouth, shout out Joe and Saba Used to plot your couch in a lab where The pad crib was not within my route Ladies man like I’m Leon Phelps Blowing on another level like some neon stilts Deon help intercept thoughts, that I’m a peon [?] tell you dudes that I’m the doodle Quick draw like a doodle, take a nigga fire Be on wealth, never see me bitch, I be on stealth Jot it all down just to ease my health I’m still on my first page [Chorus: Chris Crack] Still on my first page, never left my verb place, 187 wordplay I got arrested on Thursday but I’m back out Forty-two life stack house, just meet me at my trap house [Verse 5: Astonish] I got the marijuana blazing, I’m sky high Why lie, my connect is better than wifi Top down, I’m a black hippy, only smoke weed Who would’ve though I had crack with me I’m back like D. Rose at the door Shooting through the peep hole Hate rappers with smart deals and big egos Hate niggas who act like it’s all love With fake daps and hugs, I tell ‘em That they can keep those, I don’t want that In the club probably leaning like my ball cap Bitches say I’m all that, I don’t trust ‘em I just wanna fuck ‘em, niggas don’t fight no more They just untuck ‘em, better hope for good luck When they buck ‘em and them crooked police Probably kill ‘em before they cuff ‘em I wonder why we living life this way Man your life could be the price you pay And what the hook say, nigga [Verse 6: Chris Crack] ‘Cause I don’t know where to go with it In the four-fifty doing one-fifty, and my buck-fifty I hit ‘em up they don’t fuck with me So fuck ‘em, I’m still working this double nights Ain’t you Chris Crack, and I don’t got no love for ‘em [?] That’s the end of their tough shit For me they bang muskets, justice Songs should tell you that I ain’t even with the fuck shit Deuces, I don’t talk shit Back when it was what it was And don’t ask how I feel Because [?] I’m serving these random customers Renegade razor blade to your dinner plate I always liked Skittles, fuck a fiddle ‘Cause I rock to the bass line, it’s all love Like face on, I’m getting place off Like put me in coach, and the body still dope jokes Ain’t for me on this one, I came cliqued up They got us mixed up, look at the topic, just us
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