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hoodrich pablo juan - we don't luv em (remix) lyrics

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[intro: hoodrich pablo juan]
ooh, yeah
mony powr rspt, n-gg-
it’s a money set, you know what i’m saying?
everybody getting money, n-gg-
yeah, pablo juan

[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
the money go where i go
smoking on gelato
foreign car swerving, pothole
bad b-tch, she from chicago
she freaky, she gon’ bust it
she thick as f-ck, i’m l-sting
i got her from my cousin
so what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
f-ck that, i wanna hit from the back
backwood smoking, it’s fat
dressing like i got a sack
i pull up, jump out the back
bad b-tch and her -ss fat
four door coupe, it got a hatch
on the xans, i might crash that

[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
car got gadgets, my b-tches got -sses
expensive gl-sses like i’m teaching cl-ss
too fresh to take out the trash
fresh to death, where is my casket?
i always stay with -ss-ssins
i’m always laced with the fashion
teacher gave me an f, that’s fantastic
vs diamonds on me, look how they flashing
rocking saint laurent, i guess i be dabbing
i got the louis v, supreme collabing
bought a mansion way away like a cabin
taking all my swag, i feel like your daddy
you a beggar, i’m a hustler
i’m the dealer, you the customer
catch up, little n-gg-, i’m mustard
smoking the backwoods, they coming from russia
i ain’t never really trust you
knew i should’ve never trust you
you ain’t real, you a buster
these n-gg-s was always sus
these n-gg-s start snitching for nothing
these n-gg-s wanna live by the gun
guess what, you gon’ get what you want
el patrón, n-gg-, i want a ton

[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
the money go where i go
smoking on gelato
foreign car swerving, pothole
bad b-tch, she from chicago
she freaky, she gon’ bust it
she thick as f-ck, i’m l-sting
i got her from my cousin
so what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
f-ck that, i wanna hit from the back
backwood smoking, it’s fat
dressing like i got a sack
i pull up, jump out the back
bad b-tch and her -ss fat
four door coupe, it got a hatch
on the xans, i might crash that

[verse 2: gucci mane]
if i come ride it’s tinted
don’t test the water chilly
my pinky a quarter ticket
had to grind smart to get it
limited ‘sclusive edition
they waitin’ in line to get it
danny your time, i did it
i didn’t get a dime, a visit
i been had the sauce, i’m drippin’
‘fore i had a pot to p-ss in
my car just lost the ceiling
my girl just lost her feeling
gucci getting richer than richy
b-tches say gucci saddity
she just did her -ss and her t-tties
well skeet on her face ’cause she pretty
i tell her, go’n, like the road runner
might stash your phone number
ho get the wrong number
i’m stacking all winter
i’m stuntin’ all summer
and i need a grown woman
’cause i got grown money, wop

[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
the money go where i go
smoking on gelato
foreign car swerving, pothole
bad b-tch, she from chicago
she freaky, she gon’ bust it
she thick as f-ck, i’m l-sting
i got her from my cousin
so what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
f-ck that, i wanna hit from the back
backwood smoking, it’s fat
dressing like i got a sack
i pull up, jump out the back
bad b-tch and her -ss fat
four door coupe, it got a hatch
on the xans, i might crash that



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