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954T - 87 Baby Lyrics



954T - 87 Baby Lyrics




I'm an 87 baby
Now you know my age
2000 sales a day
I don't need no f*ckin wage
You can't lock me up
Bitch I'm out of my cage
Hop out my Denali truck
About to cop a wraith

They all on they knees
Cuz they got faith
They be gettin that d
They be giving me that face
She finish lines
Like she runnin a race
Box in the sky
I'm runnin the game
I may have my crutches
But at least the boy ain't lame
Compare all you want
We are not the same
Even in the drought
You know that forty make it rain
You know I got that good
I can make you feel no pain

I'm an 87 baby
Now you know my age
2000 sales a day
I don't need no f*ckin wage
You can't lock me up
Bitch I'm out of my cage
Hop out my Denali truck
About to cop a wraith

Born in 1987
Flows come out like a Mac eleven
Thru ur chest f*ck ur vest I'm the best
Them m's I get 'em
My street gold like I'm in heaven
Pave the way
I am brave
To make the songs
That I have made
Guitar like peep rhymes like drake
About girls or gettin cake
I can sing about heartbreak
Or rap about gettin paid
But no matter what I say
Just know I love you anyways

I'm an 87 baby
Now you know my age
2000 sales a day
I don't need no f*ckin wage
You can't lock me up
Bitch I'm out of my cage
Hop out my Denali truck
About to cop a wraith

I won't knock your building down
It's not how I was raised
I build a bigger one
That's how I'm gettin paid
Rising profits in the books
And I'm on the front page
I am breaking news
Showed up fashionably late
Wear my saint Laurents
To block out the hate
Wear my Vlone tee
Designer was my fate
Early list new sea dweller
You can keep the fakes
I'll keep runnin numbers
Til they take my breath away
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I'm an 87 baby
Now you know my age
2000 sales a day
I don't need no f*ckin wage
You can't lock me up
Bitch I'm out of my cage
Hop out my Denali truck
About to cop a wraith

They all on they knees
Cuz they got faith
They be gettin that d
They be giving me that face
She finish lines
Like she runnin a race
Box in the sky
I'm runnin the game
I may have my crutches
But at least the boy ain't lame
Compare all you want
We are not the same
Even in the drought
You know that forty make it rain
You know I got that good
I can make you feel no pain

I'm an 87 baby
Now you know my age
2000 sales a day
I don't need no f*ckin wage
You can't lock me up
Bitch I'm out of my cage
Hop out my Denali truck
About to cop a wraith

Born in 1987
Flows come out like a Mac eleven
Thru ur chest f*ck ur vest I'm the best
Them m's I get 'em
My street gold like I'm in heaven
Pave the way
I am brave
To make the songs
That I have made
Guitar like peep rhymes like drake
About girls or gettin cake
I can sing about heartbreak
Or rap about gettin paid
But no matter what I say
Just know I love you anyways

I'm an 87 baby
Now you know my age
2000 sales a day
I don't need no f*ckin wage
You can't lock me up
Bitch I'm out of my cage
Hop out my Denali truck
About to cop a wraith

I won't knock your building down
It's not how I was raised
I build a bigger one
That's how I'm gettin paid
Rising profits in the books
And I'm on the front page
I am breaking news
Showed up fashionably late
Wear my saint Laurents
To block out the hate
Wear my Vlone tee
Designer was my fate
Early list new sea dweller
You can keep the fakes
I'll keep runnin numbers
Til they take my breath away
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Writer: Thomas Bussey, Tommy Bussey
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Length: 2:34
Written by: Thomas Bussey, Tommy Bussey

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