hoodrich pablo juan - mony powr rspt shit lyrics
[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
hundred thousand worth of jewelery
real diamonds for sure so you know they insured
they styled up in designer galore
used to be broke, but i found the cure
everytime i pull up, i pour up a four
bad b-tches like their lira galore
you trapping backwards, i just fast forward
focus in the ford and the honda accord
everything you want, i got it and more
back in atlanta, they know me in every store (they know)
red bottom walking down to the floor
i take that pj to france, bonjour
freshest n-gg-, fashion week in new york
having gas like the sh-ll by the sh-r-
doing sh-t n-gg- never did before
money, plugs, and guns, i’m ready for war
off-white whip like i got it from virgil
p-ssy so good, she make a n-gg- fertile
cut the white girl like the o.j. murder
platinum cookie roost, color purple
.38, still got this sh-ll like a turtle
cut like a migo, my b-tch, she a persian
king me, jump a n-gg- like a hurdle
real n-gg- looking to cut a bird
i’ve been had designer, i’ve been splurging
i’m baking the cookies in the honey bourbon
[verse 2: drugrixh hect]
burnt out the b-tch, in this b-tch doing circles
big face, tom ford, steve urkel
i got rich when they said i wouldn’t be sh-t
street n-gg-, i would run on the cement
i see it, i want it, you know i go take the sh-t
dirty stick with a brown clip
how ’bout i be on the bullsh-t
free my n-gg-s locked up, they some convicts
hoodrich and i’ll never switch
i f-ck on that b-tch, now she drugrixh
shawty with the plug, buddy the lick
i catch her and that belly gon’ go on this sh-t
designer drugz, pour a four of this sh-t
i might stop trapping after a couple of bricks
[verse 3: drugrixh pe$o]
too many hundreds on me, i ain’t flirting
think that b-tch told me she can’t get a birkin
cooking the lean, the xans, and the perky
colored top, wasn’t acting real nerdy
this sh-t is so dirty
you can’t hit it, you thirsty
little n-gg-, which one is you working?
off-white with the journey
bad b-tch don’t do the twerking
i put the forty in her purse
we kept a dub off a birdie
og james worthy
jewels dripping, make her thirsty
all i bet is for mercy
all my the wh-r-s know i’m working
[verse 4: lil dude]
we got more guns than an army
foreign b-tch look like kehlani
i’m sipping on gin and no bombay
when i shoot the stick, be alarmed
chopper bullets, it might knock off an arm
i’m another n-gg- with a firearm
you better be humble and listen to moms
been off the porch, ask uncle rob
i don’t need no mask, they know that i rob
everybody got guns in my entourage
walk down shoot, we don’t shoot from afar
heat this sh-t up in a rental car
chanel slippers when i step in the car
been slipped up, bet you see a star
remember going to school in a stolen car
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