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• Artiste: Hoodrich Pablo Juan
• Titre: A Hunnit
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D-D-D-Danny Wolf Hoodwolf shit Haha, MISOGI Ridin’ round town with a hundred thou’ Ridin’ round town with a hundred thou’ Ridin’ round town with a hundred thou’ Ridin’ round town with a hundred thou’ Ridin’ round town with a hundred rounds Ridin’ round town with a hundred rounds Ridin’ round town with a hundred rounds Ridin’ round town with a hundred rounds Nigga run up, it’s a man down Nigga run up, it’s a man down Nigga run up, it’s a man down Nigga run up, man down These bitches, they say I’m the man now These bitches, they say I’m the man now These bitches, they say I’m the man now These bitches, they know I’m the man now I’m takin’ Danny with me, I gotta take a trip to Mexico I got your bitch suckin’ on my egg roll Ooh, whip with the left and the right like I’m klepto Kickin’ shit hard for the dope with no shell toes Bag like Santa, my Audi got a red nose I take your girl out to eat in my car though I be geeked up on a pound of Gelato I be dead fresh, I’m drippin’ in designer My bitch jealous, got too many diamonds Paycation, somewhere where they can’t find me Came from the street, don’t trust ‘em, they grimy Since the age of 13, I been grindin’ Had to cut them niggas and I ain’t rewindin’ You tryna be like me, nigga, keep tryin’ Water drippin’ on me like I was cryin’ Blood on the floor like somebody was dyin’ I be so fresh, I ain’t walkin’, I’m flyin’ AP or Rollie, I could change the time Hundred round chopper and a Glock 9 Call up Ricky, shoot that bitch in the spine Me and that lean, we got a bond I fucked your bitch, she really mine Hundred thousand in my Gucci bag Ridin’ round town with a hundred thou’ Ridin’ round town with a hundred thou’ Ridin’ round town with a hundred thou’ Ridin’ round town with a hundred thou’ Ridin’ round town with a hundred rounds Ridin’ round town with a hundred rounds Ridin’ round town with a hundred rounds Ridin’ round town with a hundred rounds Nigga run up, it’s a man down Nigga run up, it’s a man down Nigga run up, it’s a man down Nigga run up, man down These bitches, they say I’m the man now These bitches, they say I’m the man now These bitches, they say I’m the man now These bitches, they know I’m the man now Fuckin’ that money up, I got a whole lot of jewellery Drinkin’ that yellow ‘Tuss, look like curry Jump in the Hellcat, that bitch start purrin’ Ice cream man jump out the pack like Big Worm I keep my four pockets fat like Craig Ran out of Act, drink red instead Fuck that lil bitch and she give me some head I want the Percs, the Xans, the meds Real trap nigga, still duckin’ the feds Gucci sheets, rapped ‘round my bed I got chickens, nigga, come get an egg AP cost me an arm and a leg Rockstar Trapstar life Diamonds hittin’ like a ball fight Nut in her mouth, she act like she can’t talk right On a Perc, I’m tryna fuck some all night Hundred round chopper, I turn ‘em to mash I do 200, I’m doin’ the dash I need exotic, I don’t smoke gas I wanna [?], she count a hundred bands Chop-chop-chopper’ll spray like the Orkin man Chopper be geeked up like it’s on Lortab I got rubber bands like battle of the bands Geeked up on molly, damn, I need a mask Ridin’ round town with a hundred thou’ Ridin’ round town with a hundred thou’ Ridin’ round town with a hundred thou’ Ridin’ round town with a hundred thou’ Ridin’ round town with a hundred rounds Ridin’ round town with a hundred rounds Ridin’ round town with a hundred rounds Ridin’ round town with a hundred rounds Nigga run up, it’s a man down Nigga run up, it’s a man down Nigga run up, it’s a man down Nigga run up, man down These bitches, they say I’m the man now These bitches, they say I’m the man now These bitches, they say I’m the man now These bitches, they know I’m the man now Pablo Juan, nigga Know what the fuck goin' on, nigga Hundred round, a hundred thousand, nigga Money, plugs, and guns, nigga Ain't no nigga helped, nigga You thought, nigga