hoodrich pablo juan – mixmatch lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
money, power, respect, n+gga
(yeah, eat it up, champ, eat it up)
hoodrich (yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
fly out the dope, cartier’s on the scope
you can stay with the roach, make a play like a [?]
put the gang on the chain when it hang like a rope
i got clean, i got just wash it with soap
put the money first, all i save up is huncho’s
[?] swag, they gon’ eat it like a lunchable
try to re+up, you’re too late, it’s already sold
dope boy, fresh white tee and some retro’s
[post+chorus]
stayed out, i came up and made it a lot
i wanna f+ck, i don’t care if she a thot
i’m the highest one in the room not travis scott
came out the apartments, weren’t playin’ in the sandbox
p+ssy ass n+gga, come round, want a handout
f+ck all that talkin’, i pull up and air it out
need a moncler [?]
claim you real, n+gga, you ain’t nothin’ but a c+nt
[verse]
[?] the tick is blue
i got them hunnids, they new, they blue
diamonds on top of my watch, they blue
drinkin’ that cough syrup like i had the flu
say you don’t like me, who are you?
you be hatin’ on the swag, you can’t do what i do
i tried to tell ’em i already knew
ridin’ with feelin’s, they ready to shoot
boom, boom when that chopper come through
skrrt, skrrt, when i whip in that coupe
boop, boop, got the truck comin’ through
wah, wah, back there doin’ kung+fu
smokin’ peanut b+tter breath
d+mn, he be afraid to death
f+ck you, n+gga, i can do it by my d+mn self
b+tches and weed exotic, give me top shelf
in maison margiela’s that ain’t even came out yet
[chorus]
fly out the dope, cartier’s on the scope
you can stay with the roach, make a play like a [?]
put the gang on the chain when it hang like a rope
i got clean, i got just wash it with soap
put the money first, all i save up is huncho’s
[?] swag, they gon’ eat it like a lunchable
try to re+up, you’re too late, it’s already sold
dope boy, fresh white tee and some retro’s
[post+chorus]
stayed out, i came up and made it a lot
i wanna f+ck, i don’t care if she a thot
i’m the highest one in the room not travis scott
came out the apartments, weren’t playin’ in the sandbox
p+ssy ass n+gga, come round, want a handout
f+ck all that talkin’, i pull up and air it out
need a moncler [?]
claim you real, n+gga, you ain’t nothin’ but a c+nt
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