danny wolf - don't want it lyrics
[intro]
danny, i see you
aye dilip
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
ride with the stick, gotta keep that
f&n [?], no kickback
i’m rollin’ out a free cookie batch
i’m workin’ the pot, i started with scratch
b-tch, i’m a dealer like blackjack
my n-gg-s gon’ pull up and [?] that
ten chains on my neck, it’s a ice attack
and i’m still in the hood, i ain’t gotta go back
i’m through with a brick like i don’t even want it
i ride with the choppa, a hundred round drum
f-ck that lil’ b-tch, n-gg-, i don’t even want it
shoot him in the head if i see my opponent
he broke, he tryna keep up with the jones
all this designer and i don’t even want it
trap still open up, early in the mornin’
hundred round drum, i don’t think he want it
[verse: hoodrich pablo juan]
flew to the psychic, keep the chopsticks like hibachi, played the fool like a [?]
ice on my neck, ten chains got me c-cky, chain hit the floor, try to act like they rob me
30 racks still in my pocket, i’m shoppin’
zone six n-gg- through the prison, the [?]
snitchin’ -ss n-gg-s they send out the [?]
whip this sh-t up, i’ma aim at the [?]
hoodrich n-gg-, more money, more parties
these n-gg-s dyin’, the game so [?]
make that b-tch suck it til’ she gotta swallow it
they think a [?], you n-gg-s on top of it
i’m havin’ money, a lot of it, f-ck did that mean she a lottery pick
i broke it and then put ice on my wrist
[?] with the shot then might lean on a brick
[?] ridin’ with the jubilee
quick draw with the strap, n-gg-, you and me
put my shoe in the pot like i’m quick with my feet
got the f&n, 30 clip and this patek
n-gg-s be cappin’ they don’t want no beef
money well spent, [?] me
my cartier frames, they’re [?]
pull up with the brick, i’ll be there shortly
[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
ride with the stick, gotta keep that
f&n [?], no kickback
i’m rollin’ out a free cookie batch
i’m workin’ the pot, i started with scratch
b-tch, i’m a dealer like blackjack
my n-gg-s gon’ pull up and [?] that
ten chains on my neck, it’s a ice attack
and i’m still in the hood, i ain’t gotta go back
i’m through with a brick like i don’t even want it
i ride with the choppa, a hundred round drum
f-ck that lil’ b-tch, n-gg-, i don’t even want it
shoot him in the head if i see my opponent
he broke, he tryna keep up with the jones
all this designer and i don’t even want it
trap still open up, early in the mornin’
hundred round drum, i don’t think he want it
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