Detroit 187 (feat. Chip$)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:05 duration
๐ ID: 2185894
๐ Lyrics
The way these bitches on my cock, you'd swear was 1985 and Teen Wolf just dropped
And my name was Michael J Fox
But now bitch is Danny Brown I got some weed in my sock
So bitch get high with ya nigga
Sack I got looking some dead caterpillars
But it smell like a skunk thats defensive
These bitches suck my dick like its a moral incentive
I'm off the chain like broke nunchucks
Where little niggas come thru and shoot u over new chucks
A little dark like wet nubuck
Decribes my state of mind is inside the tomb of King Tut
Murder all the time all we see
Detroit 187 on you niggas TV
And I can first degree this beat and walk wit no charges
Fuck a female MC and a pop artist
Oh baby I like it raw
And my dick so big stretch marks on her jaw
I'm so institutionalized
I wake up 6 AM because I think its chow time
I'm a borderline porcupine
A step from drinking turpentine
Just to wash down a plate of these wack rappers rhymes
I got a mind in the cosmos
And if these niggas cold then I guess I'm osmosis
That be blowing on some potent
That these white boys be growing
While you niggas smoking smelling like some tanning lotion
Concoctions could make world ending potions
These other rap niggas got lines I got encroachments
I got endorsements so muthafucka a cosign
Punch punchlines I'll punch rappers til your broke spine
Remember back in 09
Told 'em it was showtime
Now they pull they cam phones out when I go for mine
Lights camera action
Hybrid be snapping
'Cause the days of no tissue had to whip with wet napkins
Smear up the classifieds know it sound trife
But to be honest a metaphor my life
Buzzin off the bar bitch you with's an amphetamine
Taste it with a 40 oz of Ever Clean
I swear I never ever smoke the better weed
Bitch said I'm the swaggiest nigga she ever seen
Run up in yo crib, Two K's, One Mag
Your girl get snatched like Cool J in I'm bad
Cost to live, you ain't made enough
Guarantee bullet holes with a laser touch
European garments drape my body if I ain't hipstered up
If she smile with eye contact then the bitch will fuck
Homie gone make me send them killers after him
Them niggas swing swords like Word Fence Champions
You was poppin' pills and drinking liquor
Now you thinkin you a gangsta killer
I leave you stankin' nigga
Laid down, face down like you taking a plankin picture
But I can keep the shots in the weapon
Put the bat to back of your leg
Grab your chin and the back of your head
And twist them shits in opposite directions
And my name was Michael J Fox
But now bitch is Danny Brown I got some weed in my sock
So bitch get high with ya nigga
Sack I got looking some dead caterpillars
But it smell like a skunk thats defensive
These bitches suck my dick like its a moral incentive
I'm off the chain like broke nunchucks
Where little niggas come thru and shoot u over new chucks
A little dark like wet nubuck
Decribes my state of mind is inside the tomb of King Tut
Murder all the time all we see
Detroit 187 on you niggas TV
And I can first degree this beat and walk wit no charges
Fuck a female MC and a pop artist
Oh baby I like it raw
And my dick so big stretch marks on her jaw
I'm so institutionalized
I wake up 6 AM because I think its chow time
I'm a borderline porcupine
A step from drinking turpentine
Just to wash down a plate of these wack rappers rhymes
I got a mind in the cosmos
And if these niggas cold then I guess I'm osmosis
That be blowing on some potent
That these white boys be growing
While you niggas smoking smelling like some tanning lotion
Concoctions could make world ending potions
These other rap niggas got lines I got encroachments
I got endorsements so muthafucka a cosign
Punch punchlines I'll punch rappers til your broke spine
Remember back in 09
Told 'em it was showtime
Now they pull they cam phones out when I go for mine
Lights camera action
Hybrid be snapping
'Cause the days of no tissue had to whip with wet napkins
Smear up the classifieds know it sound trife
But to be honest a metaphor my life
Buzzin off the bar bitch you with's an amphetamine
Taste it with a 40 oz of Ever Clean
I swear I never ever smoke the better weed
Bitch said I'm the swaggiest nigga she ever seen
Run up in yo crib, Two K's, One Mag
Your girl get snatched like Cool J in I'm bad
Cost to live, you ain't made enough
Guarantee bullet holes with a laser touch
European garments drape my body if I ain't hipstered up
If she smile with eye contact then the bitch will fuck
Homie gone make me send them killers after him
Them niggas swing swords like Word Fence Champions
You was poppin' pills and drinking liquor
Now you thinkin you a gangsta killer
I leave you stankin' nigga
Laid down, face down like you taking a plankin picture
But I can keep the shots in the weapon
Put the bat to back of your leg
Grab your chin and the back of your head
And twist them shits in opposite directions
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.95] The way these bitches on my cock, you'd swear was 1985 and Teen Wolf just dropped
[00:08.66] And my name was Michael J Fox
[00:10.65] But now bitch is Danny Brown I got some weed in my sock
[00:13.84] So bitch get high with ya nigga
[00:16.30] Sack I got looking some dead caterpillars
[00:19.66] But it smell like a skunk thats defensive
[00:22.51] These bitches suck my dick like its a moral incentive
[00:27.48] I'm off the chain like broke nunchucks
[00:29.44] Where little niggas come thru and shoot u over new chucks
[00:33.68] A little dark like wet nubuck
[00:35.21] Decribes my state of mind is inside the tomb of King Tut
[00:38.65] Murder all the time all we see
[00:40.62] Detroit 187 on you niggas TV
[00:43.81] And I can first degree this beat and walk wit no charges
[00:47.66] Fuck a female MC and a pop artist
[00:52.06] Oh baby I like it raw
[00:53.56] And my dick so big stretch marks on her jaw
[01:04.22] I'm so institutionalized
[01:05.98] I wake up 6 AM because I think its chow time
[01:08.92] I'm a borderline porcupine
[01:10.59] A step from drinking turpentine
[01:12.14] Just to wash down a plate of these wack rappers rhymes
[01:16.53] I got a mind in the cosmos
[01:18.18] And if these niggas cold then I guess I'm osmosis
[01:21.29] That be blowing on some potent
[01:22.60] That these white boys be growing
[01:24.52] While you niggas smoking smelling like some tanning lotion
[01:28.02] Concoctions could make world ending potions
[01:30.42] These other rap niggas got lines I got encroachments
[01:34.00] I got endorsements so muthafucka a cosign
[01:36.79] Punch punchlines I'll punch rappers til your broke spine
[01:39.76] Remember back in 09
[01:41.37] Told 'em it was showtime
[01:42.84] Now they pull they cam phones out when I go for mine
[01:45.82] Lights camera action
[01:47.38] Hybrid be snapping
[01:48.61] 'Cause the days of no tissue had to whip with wet napkins
[01:52.03] Smear up the classifieds know it sound trife
[01:55.04] But to be honest a metaphor my life
[02:04.25] Buzzin off the bar bitch you with's an amphetamine
[02:07.92] Taste it with a 40 oz of Ever Clean
[02:10.76] I swear I never ever smoke the better weed
[02:13.58] Bitch said I'm the swaggiest nigga she ever seen
[02:16.34] Run up in yo crib, Two K's, One Mag
[02:19.47] Your girl get snatched like Cool J in I'm bad
[02:23.66] Cost to live, you ain't made enough
[02:26.10] Guarantee bullet holes with a laser touch
[02:28.82] European garments drape my body if I ain't hipstered up
[02:31.67] If she smile with eye contact then the bitch will fuck
[02:35.28] Homie gone make me send them killers after him
[02:37.56] Them niggas swing swords like Word Fence Champions
[02:41.76] You was poppin' pills and drinking liquor
[02:44.80] Now you thinkin you a gangsta killer
[02:48.57] I leave you stankin' nigga
[02:50.04] Laid down, face down like you taking a plankin picture
[02:53.71] But I can keep the shots in the weapon
[02:55.47] Put the bat to back of your leg
[02:58.55] Grab your chin and the back of your head
[03:00.83] And twist them shits in opposite directions
[03:04.71]
[00:08.66] And my name was Michael J Fox
[00:10.65] But now bitch is Danny Brown I got some weed in my sock
[00:13.84] So bitch get high with ya nigga
[00:16.30] Sack I got looking some dead caterpillars
[00:19.66] But it smell like a skunk thats defensive
[00:22.51] These bitches suck my dick like its a moral incentive
[00:27.48] I'm off the chain like broke nunchucks
[00:29.44] Where little niggas come thru and shoot u over new chucks
[00:33.68] A little dark like wet nubuck
[00:35.21] Decribes my state of mind is inside the tomb of King Tut
[00:38.65] Murder all the time all we see
[00:40.62] Detroit 187 on you niggas TV
[00:43.81] And I can first degree this beat and walk wit no charges
[00:47.66] Fuck a female MC and a pop artist
[00:52.06] Oh baby I like it raw
[00:53.56] And my dick so big stretch marks on her jaw
[01:04.22] I'm so institutionalized
[01:05.98] I wake up 6 AM because I think its chow time
[01:08.92] I'm a borderline porcupine
[01:10.59] A step from drinking turpentine
[01:12.14] Just to wash down a plate of these wack rappers rhymes
[01:16.53] I got a mind in the cosmos
[01:18.18] And if these niggas cold then I guess I'm osmosis
[01:21.29] That be blowing on some potent
[01:22.60] That these white boys be growing
[01:24.52] While you niggas smoking smelling like some tanning lotion
[01:28.02] Concoctions could make world ending potions
[01:30.42] These other rap niggas got lines I got encroachments
[01:34.00] I got endorsements so muthafucka a cosign
[01:36.79] Punch punchlines I'll punch rappers til your broke spine
[01:39.76] Remember back in 09
[01:41.37] Told 'em it was showtime
[01:42.84] Now they pull they cam phones out when I go for mine
[01:45.82] Lights camera action
[01:47.38] Hybrid be snapping
[01:48.61] 'Cause the days of no tissue had to whip with wet napkins
[01:52.03] Smear up the classifieds know it sound trife
[01:55.04] But to be honest a metaphor my life
[02:04.25] Buzzin off the bar bitch you with's an amphetamine
[02:07.92] Taste it with a 40 oz of Ever Clean
[02:10.76] I swear I never ever smoke the better weed
[02:13.58] Bitch said I'm the swaggiest nigga she ever seen
[02:16.34] Run up in yo crib, Two K's, One Mag
[02:19.47] Your girl get snatched like Cool J in I'm bad
[02:23.66] Cost to live, you ain't made enough
[02:26.10] Guarantee bullet holes with a laser touch
[02:28.82] European garments drape my body if I ain't hipstered up
[02:31.67] If she smile with eye contact then the bitch will fuck
[02:35.28] Homie gone make me send them killers after him
[02:37.56] Them niggas swing swords like Word Fence Champions
[02:41.76] You was poppin' pills and drinking liquor
[02:44.80] Now you thinkin you a gangsta killer
[02:48.57] I leave you stankin' nigga
[02:50.04] Laid down, face down like you taking a plankin picture
[02:53.71] But I can keep the shots in the weapon
[02:55.47] Put the bat to back of your leg
[02:58.55] Grab your chin and the back of your head
[03:00.83] And twist them shits in opposite directions
[03:04.71]