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hoodrich pablo juan - fine fine كلمات أغنية

[intro]
huh
(yeah, eat it up champ, eat it up)
real championship right here man
these n_ggas can’t stop the champ, man, you know what’s going on
let’s go

[verse 1]
thought it was over, i’m back on they head
they thought it was over, i’m still on the meds
four pockets full of that money, like cede
gun with the pencil and it got lead
trapping all day, we ain’t going to bed
don’t ask me for sh_t, who talks to the bed?
draw with the sticks, how you want to play it?
broke n_gga, you already dead

[chorus]
bad b_tch with me, she fine, fine
n_gga, get from ’round, don’t waste my time
counting up money, you worry about minе
before i go broke, i brеak it all down in dimes
you ain’t talking bout money, you wasting my time
this dior not fit applying, when i left, had the d_ck on her mind
getting the money, ain’t wasting no time
[verse 2]
beat up the trap and the p_ssy like champion (hood)
hood n_gga, she ain’t know i was a gentleman
three b_tches, salt, pepper, cinnamon
claim you a k!ller, then why i ain’t dead?
walked in the rap game, already fed
kodak, they flash, i’ma spray it
i said, “kiss my lawyers or talk to the feds”
you can leave on your drawers, i just want some head
kickback, watching these n_ggas flex on the internet
when i see ’em, they ain’t talking ’bout sh_t
i’ma feel like a bully, he look like a puppy
i see it in his eyes, he really a b_tch
i came up stealing and trapping for sh_t
rich in the hoods and apartments and vick
you was a doorman, the rap was your fix
columbia high, i ain’t hang with no clique
can’t tell you what to believe, n_gga, bad b_tches rolling my weed, n_gga
came in with the racks, i’ma leave with ’em (yeah, i’ma leave with ’em)
i hit that p_ssy like creed, gettles
stuffing these racks in my amiri denim
f_ck all these n_ggas, i know they ain’t with them
can’t treat me like i’m a victim, i’m vivid
i shot at them rappers, i ain’t trying to diss them
300 spartan, got war in my system
ain’t scaring nothing but your fans, fake k!llers
spanish b_tch with a tan, she vanilla
ooh, shooters equipped like a triller
long live rocky, forever my n_gga
put some respect on it, n_gga
shot me a n_gga on gresham and went twenty west on that n_gga
yeah, you a little specimen, n_gga
free trap lord, they arrested my n_gga
yeah, i get fresher than vegetable, n_gga
i run up the commas, you a decimal, n_gga
[chorus]
bad b_tch with me, she fine, fine
n_gga, get from ’round, don’t waste my time
counting up money, you worry about mine
before i go broke, i break it all down in dimes
you ain’t talking bout money, you wasting my time
this dior not fit applying, when i left, had the d_ck on her mind
getting the money, ain’t wasting no time

- hoodrich pablo juan

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