Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Don't Luv Em, artist - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Date of issue: 08.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Don't Luv Em |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |