Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Paid In Full - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

05.01.2018

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Trap

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[Chorus: Gunna] Young Gunna, he came from the South But I might pull over in the Zone 6 We ride with them Glocks and the sticks Thuggin' with Pablo done got me hood rich Forgiato, drop the top off the six Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp Them my hours that I pulled me a lick Ridin' Audis, we ain't trading out whips You caught me poppin', helpin' out with the bitch For my dog, niggas know we wouldn't switch She suck the balls and my bitch get the clip I stack it all, get that money like Mitch With the faucet bitch you know I'ma drip Took many losses, I ain't pleading the fifth Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air Too many choppers, we gon' leave the field [Verse 1: HoodRich Pablo Juan] Ridin' in an all white Porsche, same color the rerock Saint Laurent kicks, ballin' like a peacock Pull up on your bitch and skeet in her mouth I'm from the hood, empty Louis pouch Rich nigga put a safe under the ground Ten choppers, we got a thousand rounds Send in that work like it's Chinatown Fuck and forget her, I send her to lost and found The four door coupe, that's an A7 Audi Real street nigga, I got stripes like the bear Got a plug for the low, he gon' send it from Cali Old school, I got dope in my Rally Fucked that lil bitch just for another addy My young nigga wildin' out, Nick Cannon Zone 6, serve you at Tony Valley (1'5) Pour up an old nine, fuck a Natty [Chorus: Gunna] Young Gunna, he came from the South But I might pull over in the Zone 6 We ride with them Glocks and the sticks Thuggin' with Pablo done got me hood rich Forgiato, drop the top off the six Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp Them my hours that I pulled me a lick Ridin' Audis, we ain't trading out whips You caught me poppin', helpin' out with the bitch For my dog, niggas know we wouldn't switch She suck the balls and my bitch get the clip I stack it all, get that money like Mitch With the faucet bitch you know I'ma drip Took many losses, I ain't pleading the fifth Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air Too many choppers, we gon' leave the field [Verse 2: DrugRixh Hect] I'm puttin' tax on it, we ain't playin' fair One call away, we gon' pull up and get it crackin' anywhere And we in the streets, we ain't seen you there Got a new chopper, this bitch roll like a wheelchair Fuck on your bitch and she tell me you still care These the new 81's, I'm coppin' every pair Pull up and air that bitch out and get out of there I'm having racks in my skinnies and diamonds yeah These niggas broke, ain't even having bricks fare I be state to state, I keep a safe everywhere HoodRich, fuck up a check, I got trap fare Runnin' with me in the 6, you wouldn't last there Homies on every street, young niggas everywhere Hit with the shot, got bodies droppin' everywhere Pull up like secret service, we gon' meet you there Still on the bullshit, we ain't playin' fair [Chorus: Gunna] Young Gunna, he came from the South But I might pull over in the Zone 6 We ride with them Glocks and the sticks Thuggin' with Pablo done got me hood rich Forgiato, drop the top off the six Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp Them my hours that I pulled me a lick Ridin' Audis, we ain't trading out whips You caught me poppin', helpin' out with the bitch For my dog, niggas know we wouldn't switch She suck the balls and my bitch get the clip I stack it all, get that money like Mitch With the faucet bitch you know I'ma drip Took many losses, I ain't pleading the fifth Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air Too many choppers, we gon' leave the field
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