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hoodrich pablo juan - walk thru كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
cook that sh-t up, quay

[chorus]
when i walk in this b-tch got these hoes on me
rich n-gg- sh-t, i got ice on me
that n-gg- broke, ain’t got no money
geeking on lean, i look like a zombie
f-ckin’ that ho, put the d-ck in her stomach
whippin’ the pot, make my wrist do an onion
i f-cked that ho, now she all in my comments
ride with the chopper and that b-tch hold a hundred
bankroll like i sell dope
young n-gg- clean like some soap
she wanna f-ck me but nope
dressin’ like i was the pope
ooh, get your -ss shot at my show
don’t try me like i was no ho, n-gg-
i make that ho snort the blow
sellin’ elbows for the low

[verse 1]
go get that money n-gg-, that’s for sure
he got burnt for the bread and toast
in the wraith with christians, they catch that holy ghost
drankin’ on lean and the percs, i might overdose
rip pimp c, i got too many hoes
swiss cheese, a n-gg- turn ’em to holes
four four-fours, i feel like i’m hov
in the trap with twelve gunners, open the door
get them bricks, told my migo had the most
dressed to work up like i re-up at lowes
tool on me b-tch, don’t make me unload
stop when i shoot like he makin’ a pose
b-tch i’m a player, i ain’t datin’ no ho
my neck and my wrist on ice cold
snorting the dope, she still got the white on her nose
n-gg- don’t come by less than a four
i’m in miami with zoes, i f-ck her and send her a rose
my bank it comin’ in rolls, ice ice, i’m froze
we buying them pints and we pouring up fours
perc and the addy, might f-ck on your ho
draped in designer, my head to my toes
n-gg- don’t try me like i was no ho
get your -ss shot at my show

[verse 2]
she on her knees like she prayin’
i done got rich, i’m just sayin’
pull up with three k’s like we the klan
west coast cure, gelato in cans
spiritual og, the onion man
my saint laurent matching the bricks, it’s tan
got my strap on me in this b-tch ’cause i can
the f-ck you lookin’ at? oh that’s a fan
i’m trippin’, pop me a perc and a xan
f-ck that b-tch like i just jumped out the can
messin’ with choppers like we from iran
f-ck that lil b-tch in the back of the van
shot him in the back, like ricky he ran
send in them bags soon as they land
roll up gelato, p-ss it to my man
off-white sh-t, we ain’t wearing off-brand
i’m in houston, i don’t eat at houston
fresh as a b-tch in my yeezy boosts
if i shoot at your top i’ma leave a roof
that birdcall, n-gg- he a roost
whole gang rich and we keep an uzi
that b-tch fine with a big booty
kilo sweater on me, i don’t do coogi
ice drippin’ wet, she wanna give me that coochie

- hoodrich pablo juan

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