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• Artiste: Hoodrich Pablo Juan
• Titre: Street Punk
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Whole Hoodrich they family OG Parker We havin' bitches on bitches, money on money Exclusive bitches, I got 'em from London Thirty round, fifty round, shoot out a hundred Count up them fifties, count up them hundreds Fine bitch, she got an ass on her But I'm so rich I might pass on her Foreign, I do the whole dash on it I'm riding 'round, I got too much cash on it Rich nigga do what I want I pull up in the Ghost like I haunt Kickin' this shit like a punt I don't lay up with that ho, I just dunk Nigga you just a lil street punk Nigga you just a lil street punk Nigga you just a lil street punk Shawty you just a lil street punk Nigga you just a lil pussy But I tear a bitch for that cookie All of my diamonds they VVS All of your diamonds they look a lil dusty (bling) Whole HoodRich they family Fuckin' my bitch from Chamblee Make that lil nigga regret it Grew up, I can rent an Andretti Doo doo doo, pop his ass if he set it She wanna hop in the Bentley coupe Keep talkin' down, I'ma send for you I bought me a truck, took it to the shop Told them to lift it an inch or two Two hundred thou my right wrist I'ma keep flexing like this And my new main bitch an actress Finna cop a crib next to Saks Fifth Nigga you just a lil street punk Nigga you just a lil street punk Nigga you just a lil street punk Shawty you just a lil street punk Nigga you just a lil street punk Nigga you just a lil street punk Nigga you just a lil street punk Shawty you just a lil street punk (hah, lame ass nigga) You know I'm too rich for that bullshit These niggas beef on the internet Talkin' 'bout racks, we be spending that Juuged for it, need to go get your money back Lil Boat ballin' like the running back Riding 'round with like a hundred racks I need some more money, I can't relax Just add water to the dope like it's flapjacks I'm fresh to death, I got more bodies than Mad Max When I dress they don't know what I wear When I put on my jewelry they stare Stack the money up, it look like a chair Rockin' Christian Louboutin, doin' prayers Too many lil babies, got a daycare Thirty, fifty, hundred round, we don't play fair Me and Lil Boat got the money like Mayweather Cut off my old bitch, I know I could do better Nigga you just a lil street punk Nigga you just a lil street punk Nigga you just a lil street punk Shawty you just a lil street punk Nigga you just a lil street punk Nigga you just a lil street punk Nigga you just a lil street punk Shawty you just a lil street punk (hah, lame ass nigga) Hah, lame ass nigga Hah, lame ass nigga Hah, lame ass nigga