paroles de chanson We Don't Luv Em (Mixed) - 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,
pothole
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
Backwood
smoking,
it's
fat
Dressing
like
I
got
a
sack
I
pull
up,
jump
out
the
back
Bad
bitch
and
her
ass
fat
Four
door
coupe,
it
got
a
hatch
On
the
Xans,
I
might
crash
that
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
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
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
You
ain't
real,
you
a
buster
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
The
money
go
where
I
go
Smoking
on
gelato
Foreign
car
swerving,
pothole
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
Backwood
smoking,
it's
fat
Dressing
like
I
got
a
sack
I
pull
up,
jump
out
the
back
Bad
bitch
and
her
ass
fat
Four
door
coupe,
it
got
a
hatch
On
the
Xans,
I
might
crash
that
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
piss
in
My
car
just
lost
the
ceiling
My
girl
just
lost
her
feeling
Gucci
getting
richer
than
richy
Bitches
say
Gucci
saddity
She
just
did
her
ass
and
her
titties
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
The
money
go
where
I
go
Smoking
on
gelato
Foreign
car
swerving,
pothole
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
Backwood
smoking,
it's
fat
Dressing
like
I
got
a
sack
I
pull
up,
jump
out
the
back
Bad
bitch
and
her
ass
fat
Four
door
coupe,
it
got
a
hatch
On
the
Xans,
I
might
crash
that
1 March Madness (Mixed)
2 New Level (Mixed)
3 Rock (Mixed)
4 Telephone Calls (Mixed)
5 Promise (Mixed)
6 First 48 Pt. 2 (Mixed)
7 Bad Tings (Mixed)
8 Hood Pope (Mixed)
9 Fuck Love (Mixed)
10 See Me (Mixed)
11 Rip Parking Lot (Mixed)
12 Yamborghini High (Mixed)
13 F*ck Up Some Commas (Mixed)
14 We Don't Luv Em (Mixed)
15 Made Me (Mixed)
16 Bff (Mixed)
17 Praktice (Mixed)
18 Good Googly Moogly (Mixed)
19 Lonely (Mixed)
20 7 Min Freestyle (Mixed)
21 Stick Talk (Mixed)
22 I <3 My Choppa (Mixed)
23 Anti (Mixed)
24 Apple of My Eye (Mixed)
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