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hoodrich pablo juan - on the road lyrics

[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
f-cking these b-tches and getting money on the road
money and the dope on the stove
i got the elbows, putting dope on the road
your b-tch gon’ suck me on the road
k!llas and gangstas show up to my shows
we be strapped up everywhere we go on the road
skating on ice, i’m froze
f-cked her in her mouth, my kids in her throat
jumped on the road, straight from the boat
wanna put it on the road, i’m charging them more
i’m on the road with the truck with the load
when i go on the road, it’s already sold
i’m on the road, i’m back on the road
back on the road, i’m back on the road
back on the road, back on the road
back on the road, i’m back on the road

[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
i’m on the road with a 36
selling elbows for the 34
got the bando hot, got to pack up the stove
put the dope in that pot, that’s a pot of gold
delivered to your front door like it’s domino’s
down in the trap with the [?]
i pick up the back end from traps and my shows
i’m sending them packs, how fast can you go?
plug switched numbers, said the feds at the door
i heard they not making that hitech no more
my country boy love me, my numbers so low
that diamond dancing, but i’m trapping solo
i f-ck on that b-tch and put her on the road
trapped out the ‘lago with a stripper pole
if we pull up on you, want ten or more?
gotta charge extra for delivery, though
knock knock at your front door

[verse 2: drugrixh pe$o]
come in your hood with the k!llas and gangstas
wrapping them up on the road with the bank
i got them prices lower than shawty
i got four rings on like my audi
all of my shooters is roadrunners
i flip the pack in your hood like a punter
drugrixh don’t f-ck with no b-tch that smell like onions
come place your order, i’m selling lasagna
i keep the bricks and whip it like it’s pasta
i’m baking that cookie like i am a rasta
ice skating on my diamonds, check the posture
deliver with the suit, i’m pulling up proper
i wake up, make a b-tch cook my shrimp and lobster
trap out the uber on the way to the projects
hop out the sprinter with dracos and hitechs
send me the address, i’ll pull up where you’re at
drugrixh

- hoodrich pablo juan lyrics

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