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hoodrich pablo juan - iwfyb lyrics

[chorus]
pull up with the bentley with the tint
tom fords on like i’m clark kent
rollie on me cost three times ten
if i want it, i pay that hoe rent, n-gg-
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch, n-gg-
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch, n-gg-

[verse 1]
what you think i bought the rollie for?
african diamonds, i’ll make her catch the holy ghost
i got the bread by the loaf
these b-tches see me they start doing the most
take your b-tch out to dinner on the boat
f-ck on your hoe, then i wash out with soap
lean, n-gg-, leaning poured up a four
the cookie man at the door with a o
smoking moonrock, red bottoms, i moonwalk
money keep growing like jack and the beanstalk
chopper on my belly, thugging, i’m three-pac
f-ck on your hoe, then i’ll kick her out
hoodrich, i got diamonds from the mine
she living with you, but that hoe, she really mine
spent a thirty on my wrist, it’s money time
pack touched down, i’m dancing like showtime
that ain’t your hoe, i got her from lost and found
i’m in jeffery’s, buying chanel by the pound

[chorus]
pull up with the bentley with the tint
tom fords on like i’m clark kent
rollie on me cost three times ten
if i want it, i pay that hoe rent, n-gg-
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch, n-gg-
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch, n-gg-
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch, n-gg-
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch, n-gg-
i wanna f-ck your b-tch

[verse 2]
can i f-ck your hoe? please, just one time
when i’m through with her, i’ma give her right back
my hitech poured up, the punch lime
i just had a ice attack
get the bricks and i let the hood handle that
i got real shotters, shoot a n-gg-, mad max
we just f-ck on that hoe, n-gg-, way back
anytime i want it, n-gg-, i can get it back
my b-tches cooking up pancakes, flapjacks
swag come from overseas, n-gg-, paris
she a freak, but i heard she got married
woke up like a dog in the back of the caravan
chasing dead guys, ghost, i’m the pac-man
f-ck on your hoe from the back with the left hand
say she want some molly, gave that hoe santan
f-ck her and walk out the door, i might leave a band

[chorus]
pull up with the bentley with the tint
tom fords on like i’m clark kent
rollie on me cost three times ten
if i want it, i pay that hoe rent, n-gg-
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch, n-gg-
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch, n-gg-
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch, n-gg-
i wanna f-ck your b-tch
i wanna f-ck your b-tch, n-gg-
i wanna f-ck your b-tch

- hoodrich pablo juan lyrics

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