paroles de chanson We Don't Luv Em - HoodRich Pablo Juan
Ooh,
yeah
MONY
POWR
RSPT,
nigga
It′s
a
money
set,
you
know
what
I'm
saying?
Everybody
getting
money,
nigga
Yeah,
Pablo
Juan
The
money
go
where
I
go
Smoking
on
gelato
Foreign
car
swerving
potholes
Bad
bitch,
she
from
Chicago
She
freaky,
she
gon′
bust
it
She
thick
as
fuck,
I'm
lusting
I
got
her
from
my
cousin
So
what?
'Cause
we
don′t
love
′em
Fuck
that,
I
wanna
hit
from
the
back
Backwoods
smoking,
it's
fat
Dressing
like
I
got
a
sack
I
pull
up,
jumped
out
the
bach
Bad
bitch
and
her
ass
fat
Four-door
Coupe,
it
got
a
hatch
On
the
Xans,
I
might
crash
that
(yuh)
Car
got
gadgets,
my
bitches
got
asses
Expensive
glasses
like
I′m
teaching
class
Too
fresh
to
take
out
the
trash
Fresh
to
death,
where
is
my
casket?
I
always
stay
with
assassins
I'm
always
late
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
collabbing
Bought
a
mansion
way
away
like
a
cabin
Taking
off
my
swag,
I
feel
like
your
daddy
You
a
beggar,
I'm
a
hustler
I′m
the
dealer,
you
the
customer
Ketchup,
little
nigga,
I'm
mustard
Smoking
the
Backwoods,
they
coming
from
Russia
I
ain't
never
really
trust
you
Knew
I
should′ve
never
trust
you
(hell
nah)
You
ain′t
real,
you
a
busta
These
niggas
was
always
sus
These
niggas
start
snitching
for
nothing
These
niggas
wanna
live
by
the
gun
Guess
what?
You
gon'
get
what
you
want
El
Patrón,
nigga,
I
want
a
ton
(yuh)
The
money
go
where
I
go
Smoking
on
gelato
Foreign
car
swerving
potholes
Bad
bitch,
she
from
Chicago
She
freaky,
she
gon′
bust
it
She
thick
as
fuck,
I'm
lusting
I
got
her
from
my
cousin
So
what?
′Cause
we
don't
love
′em
Fuck
that,
I
wanna
hit
from
the
back
Backwoods
smoking,
it's
fat
Dressing
like
I
got
a
sack
(ooh)
I
pull
up,
jumped
out
the
bach
Bad
bitch
and
her
ass
fat
Four-door
Coupe,
it
got
a
hatch
On
the
Xans,
I
might
crash
that
Pull
up
on
you,
just
send
me
the
Addy
Bad
bitch
call
me
daddy
Xan,
Perc,
and
a
Addy
I
really
wanna
fuck
a
Kardashian
I
like
a
freaky
bitch
that's
gon′
suck
it
I
just
be
kicking
shit
like
it
was
rugby
Hell
no,
baby,
don′t
call
me
hubby
Fuck
you
thought,
baby?
We
was
just
fucking
Ooh,
I'm
back
to
the
trap
and
I′m
serving
that
I
done
got
me
a
sack
like
a
running
back
Two
pints
of
Hi-Tech
and
a
eighth
of
Act
I'ma
fuck
on
your
bitch,
I′ma
break
her
back
I'ma
fuck
on
your
bitch,
I′ma
give
her
back
I
got
two
bitches
playing
Pitty
Pat
I
just
do
it
like
the
Nike
check
My
neck
froze,
got
a
ice
attack
The
money
go
where
I
go
Smoking
on
gelato
Foreign
car
swerving
potholes
Bad
bitch,
she
from
Chicago
She
freaky,
she
gon'
bust
it
She
thick
as
fuck,
I'm
lusting
I
got
her
from
my
cousin
So
what?
′Cause
we
don′t
love
'em
Fuck
that,
I
wanna
hit
from
the
back
Backwoods
smoking,
it′s
fat
Dressing
like
I
got
a
sack
(ooh)
I
pull
up,
jumped
out
the
bach
Bad
bitch
and
her
ass
fat
Four-door
Coupe,
it
got
a
hatch
On
the
Xans,
I
might
crash
that
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