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hoodrich pablo juan - good boy lyrics

[intro]
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[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
trap out the house, made the bricks and the bales (trap)
junkies keep coming, i f-cked up my doorbell (f-cked up my doorbell)
b-tch, i’m the plug, i fell in love with clientele (plug)
it ain’t in my blood, i could never tell (h-ll nah)
weigh up the dope, i need another scale (dope)
pray to allah i don’t go back to jail (pray to allah)
f-ck that, plug just sent ’em in the mail (f-ck that)
can’t front you no dope, i ain’t taking no l (h-ll nah)
next to the door with that draco (draco)
migo on southside and clayco (migo)
bags of the gas in that truckload (boop, boop)
all of my n-ggas, they cutthroat (all of my n-ggas)
take out the plug for the gusto (give me that)
traphouse, i serve out the window (yeah)
good boy, n-gga, honor roll (good boy)
junkies, they comin’ like dominos (junkies)

[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
plug say it’s in, he gon’ meet me in montero (plug)
come with your cash, this dope ain’t for borrow (come with your money)
get this sh-t now, it gon’ be gone tomorrow (get this sh-t now)
junkies keep coming, my trap go r-t-rdo (junkies)
run up, i fire your -ss up, i’m an -rs-nal (don’t do that, my n-gga)
grinding full-time, n-gga, you partial (yeah)
cuffing them hoes, you like the marshal (cuffing them hoes)
two-tone audemar lookin’ like garfield (d-mn)
sippin’ on lean while i’m whipping up dope (lean, dope)
dracos and glocks, we ready for shootout (dracos and glocks)
tryna get front in the trap, get out (get the f-ck out)
middleman, you ain’t no plug, sit down (sit your -ss down)
take out the plug for the work, get down (give me that sh-t)
i grew around nothin’ but junkies and gun sounds (junkies and gun sounds)
run up on me, guarantee you get gunned down
dope boy fresh, so that b-tch wanna f-ck now (dope boy fresh)
can’t go to sleep when that pack finna touch down
serve you gas bags but the exotic bustdown
had to stay down, we done came up now
i ain’t been broke since the plug been found
pablo juan, b-tch, a new chef in town
five hundred thousand, i bury it in the ground
get them bales in and i won’t make a sound
switch up the spot when 12 shut it down (f-ck 12)

[verse 2: mpr t-to]
he sent me the bags and i get ’em (send me that sh-t)
settle for thirteen? oh, that’s backwards, yeah (for the low)
rich blood sh-t, catchin’ plays in the field (rich blood)
money gettin’ low so i press up some percs (press up the pills)
give me the pot and the fork and i’ll finish (give me the pot)
catch a good boy and i’ll strip him (i’ll strip his -ss)
sit in the trap and i remix a brick (remix his -ss, huh)
all of this ice, b-tch, i look like a l!ck (ice)
i sit in the trap and i’m rockin’ these loubs (rockin’ these loubs)
all of you n-ggas is food (eat)
all of this ice, b-tch, you think that i’m cool (you think that i’m cool)
catch your -ss slippin’, i draw down my tool (quickdraw, yeah)
y’all n-ggas is p-ssies, y’all n-ggas is hoes (hoes)
got more pills than a pharmacy store (on blood, yeah)
i’m robbin’ bareface so you know that it’s t-to (know that it’s t-to)
got me a rollie, it equals a cameo (rollie)
40 in the holster, i’m thinkin’ i’m legal (let’s go)
old school dope money, went and got a regal (old school dope)
sat down with the plug, ate brunch, just chips (migo)
cash app the money, i ship you the reefer (send you that sh-t)
i’m swingin’ the door and it f-cked up my hinges (swingin’ the door)
yeah, my n-ggas still pull up for midget (yeah, mid)
if rap don’t work, then i’m all in your trap (yeah, yeah)
we swinging the door with the draco, no tap (t-to)

- hoodrich pablo juan lyrics

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