| First name Hood, man
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| What the fuck going on, man?
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| MONY POWR RSPT
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| Trapped out the apartment, we ain’t have a porch
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| I see the hate through these Tom Fords
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| Got a lot of green like a golf course
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| I was starving, now I got a full course
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| The chopper hit you, split you into fours
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| Chop him again, put him in the forest
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| I chop a brick like I’m Chuck Norris
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| I trapped out the bando, the windows, they boarded
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| Me and my nigga, we come for the fortunes
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| I need the fortunes
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| Spinning my wrist like the Wheel of Fortune
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| Got rich in the hood, I’m having fortunes
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| Thumbing blue hundreds, look gorgeous
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| I made myself worth a fortune
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| Fuck a Lamb, really riding horses
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| Bricks in the karat, nigga worth a fortune
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| Serve a brick while I’m recording
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| OG like the Bred Jordans
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| Pull up in the horse like Ralph Lauren
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| I got too many hoes, it done got boring
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| I need the fortunes
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| Gotta pay my momma mortgage
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| We visit the hood with the roaches
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| Trap for real, park the Porsche so the police don’t notice
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| Never going broke, my nigga, you bogus
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| .30, 50 hundred rounds, we loaded
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| Drinking an eighth of that Kobe
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| I can shoot good from afar like I’m Manu Ginobili
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| I should’ve listen to what my momma told me
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| Fuck that, momma, gotta get me a Rollie
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| Still serving, ask the junkies they know me
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| I put on my Ballys when I’m going bowling
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| Trapped out the apartment, we ain’t have a porch
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| I see the hate through these Tom Fords
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| Got a lot of green like a golf course
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| I was starving, now I got a full course
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| The chopper hit you, split you into fours
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| Chop him again, put him in the forest
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| I chop a brick like I’m Chuck Norris
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| I trapped out the bando, the windows, they boarded
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| Me and my nigga, we come for the fortunes
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| I need the fortunes
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| Spinning my wrist like the Wheel of Fortune
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| Got rich in the hood, I’m having fortunes
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| Thumbing blue hundreds, look gorgeous
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| I made myself worth a fortune
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| Fuck a Lamb, really riding horses
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| Bricks in the karat, nigga worth a fortune
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| I grew up by junkies, ain’t have many choices
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| Seeing dead people, hearing voices
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| Telling me, «Get it, take it, no remorse»
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| My trap bunking like a pandora
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| Working the pan, watch the door
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| Hotel trap like a store
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| Raw 'tech coming in
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| From El Salvador
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| Flip a little brick, call my plug, I need more
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| I’m riding a horse, they like, «Feed me, Seymour»
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| I need an endorsement, Givenchy galore
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| Quarter million dollars, got on a poor
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| You know I’m in Designers you can’t afford
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| Catching plays at the basketball court
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| Olympics, four rings, I’m holding the torch
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| Don’t play with me, nigga, I’m pressing full court
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| I got a shot with the 30 like Curry
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| Having the fortunes, I just got it buried
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| Pussy nigga, why the fuck would I worry?
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| Early morning nigga, up with the birdies
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| You know me: if I ain’t rapping, I’m serving
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| Gratuity on the curbside service
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| I got rich when they thought I was worthless
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| Fucking a foreign bitch on them Perkys
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| Trapped out the apartment, we ain’t have a porch
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| I see the hate through these Tom Fords
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| Got a lot of green like a golf course
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| I was starving, now I got a full course
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| The chopper hit you, split you into fours
|
| Chop him again, put him in the forest
|
| I chop a brick like I’m Chuck Norris
|
| I trapped out the bando, the windows, they boarded
|
| Me and my nigga, we come for the fortunes
|
| I need the fortunes
|
| Spinning my wrist like the Wheel of Fortune
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| Got rich in the hood, I’m having fortunes
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| Thumbing blue hundreds, look gorgeous
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| I made myself worth a fortune
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| Fuck a Lamb, really riding horses
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| Bricks in the karat, nigga worth a fortune |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fortunes , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Song from the album Master Sensei, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп