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hoodrich pablo juan - nasty (lunch wit a freak) lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(yeah, eat it up, champ, eat it up)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
she be callin’ my phone and blowin’ it up
i’m chasin’ money, i’m countin’ it up
fashion nova wit’ a big old b+tt
i ate a redbone up for lunch
trap girl, she gon’ roll up my rollups
walk in, got chanaynay’s on
mike amiri’s, i feel like michael jackson
i put it on, i do they fashion
i put some ice on my t++th, i’m flashy
eat it up, beat it up, i’m nasty
designer zone from my shoe to my glasses
you could blindfold me, i’ll still count it up backwards
i’m doin’ the dash, i pray i don’t crash (skrrt)
i mix it up, i don’t do the matchin’
super charged, all my cars is the fastest
i f+cked her then i disappeared, that magic

[verse]
yeah, walk in that b+tch, i got racks on me
shakin’ that, she put her ass on me
skinny jeans, steppin’ like thigh pads (ooh)
diamonds, they hit like muhammed ali
actin’ like 12, that b+tch spyin’ on me
thirty round iron wit’ the dime on me
all that ass, what you doin’ wit’ me?
tell me the truth, don’t be lyin’ to me
she got a n+gga, ain’t got nothin’ to do wit’ me
i put my glasses on, still can’t see me
i put my jewllery on, i get anaemic
i get my script from my b+tch out in phoenix
i take out my princess, teach her to clean it
i told her i love her, she think that i mean it
soon as i catch ’em i’ma knock off their beanie
need a cain ’cause i’m leanin’
droptop, pull up, cartier [?] see me
smell gelato every time that i’m breathin’
straight out the trap, made a mill off a single
the [?] autotune, that b+tch get to singin’
drippin’ though, n+gga, they say i’m the cleanest
racks on me but i’on play this like tennis
can’t find my drip, i ain’t buy this at lennox
bad b+tch so i call her a menace
dolce gabbana, i walk in and spend it
gimme some ass ’cause you havin’ plenty
all of my cars, they mine, ain’t rented
i’m havin’ bards like wine and the.henny
can’t come around me, i ain’t too friendly
chanel vintage
got came and i’m ballin’, you ridin’ the benches
thuggin’ like i was 2pac, i got juice like sippin’
[chorus]
callin’ my phone and blowin’ it up
i’m chasin’ money, i’m countin’ it up
fashion nova wit’ a big old b+tt
i ate a redbone up for lunch
trap girl, she gon’ roll up my rollups
walk in, got chanaynay’s on
mike amiri’s, i feel like michael jackson
i put it on, i do they fashion
i put some ice on my t++th, i’m flashy
eat it up, beat it up, i’m nasty
designer zone from my shoe to my glasses
you could blindfold me, i’ll still count it up backwards
i’m doin’ the dash, i pray i don’t crash (skrrt)
i mix it up, i don’t do the matchin’
super charged, all my cars is the fastest
i f+cked her then i disappeared, that magic

- hoodrich pablo juan lyrics

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