| Ooh, yeah
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| MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
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| It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
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| Everybody getting money, nigga (D-D-Danny Wolf)
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| Yeah, Pablo Juan
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| The money go where I go
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| Smoking on gelato
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| Foreign car swerving, potholes
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| Bad bitch, she from Chicago
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| She freaky, she gon' bust it
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| She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
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| I got her from my cousin
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| So what? |
| 'Cause we don’t love 'em
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| Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
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| Backwoods smoking, it’s fat
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| Dressing like I got a sack
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| I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach
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| Bad bitch and her ass fat
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| Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch
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| On the Xans, I might crash that
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| Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
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| Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
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| Too fresh to take out the trash
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| Fresh to death, where is my casket?
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| I always stay with assassins
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| I’m always late with the fashion
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| Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic
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| VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
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| Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
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| I got the Louis V, Supreme collabbing
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| Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
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| Taking off my swag, I feel like your daddy
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| You a beggar, I’m a hustler
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| I’m the dealer, you the customer
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| Ketchup, little nigga, I’m mustard
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| Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
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| I ain’t never really trust you
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| Knew I should’ve never trust you
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| You ain’t real, you a busta
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| These niggas was always sus
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| These niggas start snitching for nothing
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| These niggas wanna live by the gun
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| Guess what? |
| You gon' get what you want
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| El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton
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| The money go where I go
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| Smoking on gelato
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| Foreign car swerving, potholes
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| Bad bitch, she from Chicago
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| She freaky, she gon' bust it
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| She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
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| I got her from my cousin
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| So what? |
| 'Cause we don’t love 'em
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| Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
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| Backwoods smoking, it’s fat
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| Dressing like I got a sack
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| I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach
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| Bad bitch and her ass fat
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| Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch
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| On the Xans, I might crash that
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| Pull up on you, just send me the Addy
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| Bad bitch call me daddy
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| Xan, Perc, and a Addy
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| I really wanna fuck a Kardashian
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| I like a freaky bitch that’s gon' suck it
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| I just be kicking shit like it was rugby
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| Hell no, baby, don’t call me hubby
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| Fuck you thought, baby? |
| We was just fucking
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| Ooh, I’m back to the trap and I’m serving that
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| I done got me a sack like a running back
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| Two pints of Hi-Tech and a eighth of Act
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| I’ma fuck on your bitch, I’ma break her back
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| I’ma fuck on your bitch, I’ma give her back
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| I got two bitches playing Pitty Pat
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| I just do it like the Nike check
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| My neck froze, got a ice attack
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| The money go where I go
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| Smoking on gelato
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| Foreign car swerving, potholes
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| Bad bitch, she from Chicago
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| She freaky, she gon' bust it
|
| She thick as fuck, I’m lusting
|
| I got her from my cousin
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| So what? |
| 'Cause we don’t love 'em
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| Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
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| Backwoods smoking, it’s fat
|
| Dressing like I got a sack
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| I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach
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| Bad bitch and her ass fat
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| Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch
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| On the Xans, I might crash that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Don't Luv Em , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Song from the album Designer Drugz 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп