I Need 2 Hoodrich Pablo Juan (Ft. RX HECTOR)
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[Intro]
Trouble, it's 'Blo
Roll the movie, nigga
Commercials over with, nigga
You know how we coming, nigga
Real shit, nigga
Bullshit stops here, nigga
Pablo Juan, nigga, Hoodrich (I need two, nigga, huh?)
(Uno, dos, yeah)
(Oooh)
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
My shirt, belt, pants, and my shoes, exotic
My watch, ring, chain, VS1 diamonds
All these hoes wanna wife me like I'm Frankie Lymon
I was trapping in my white tee, yup, I'm grinding
Go and get the Lamb, nigga, fuck it, I need two
I'm on a bitch and her friends, nigga fuck it, I need two
I got that pistol and that chopper, nigga, fuck it, I need two
Percs and Xannys, I need two
Pour the lean, drop the deuce
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm in the Christian Lou's, nigga, that's a thousand for each shoe
First pistol was a Derringer, it only shot two
Givenchy Floral, got the highs and the low tops, too
I'm a rapper with a W, they know I used to rob, too
I pull up, shooting shit up, then my niggas shooting shit
Sold my first chain, was flexing, said "fuck it", went and bought two
Came through with the killers, doing one-two
I got too much sauce, she wanna fuck, but her friend, too
Drinking the Act, it cost two
Addicted to juice, poured up a deuce
Designer down from my head to my shoes
Two foreigns, one chopped off the roof
Two choppers when I ride in the coupe
Too many blunts and I still get them ran through
Strip club, that's a band or two
Trap Zoo, we got too many animals
Trouble, it's 'Blo
Roll the movie, nigga
Commercials over with, nigga
You know how we coming, nigga
Real shit, nigga
Bullshit stops here, nigga
Pablo Juan, nigga, Hoodrich (I need two, nigga, huh?)
(Uno, dos, yeah)
(Oooh)
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
My shirt, belt, pants, and my shoes, exotic
My watch, ring, chain, VS1 diamonds
All these hoes wanna wife me like I'm Frankie Lymon
I was trapping in my white tee, yup, I'm grinding
Go and get the Lamb, nigga, fuck it, I need two
I'm on a bitch and her friends, nigga fuck it, I need two
I got that pistol and that chopper, nigga, fuck it, I need two
Percs and Xannys, I need two
Pour the lean, drop the deuce
[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm in the Christian Lou's, nigga, that's a thousand for each shoe
First pistol was a Derringer, it only shot two
Givenchy Floral, got the highs and the low tops, too
I'm a rapper with a W, they know I used to rob, too
I pull up, shooting shit up, then my niggas shooting shit
Sold my first chain, was flexing, said "fuck it", went and bought two
Came through with the killers, doing one-two
I got too much sauce, she wanna fuck, but her friend, too
Drinking the Act, it cost two
Addicted to juice, poured up a deuce
Designer down from my head to my shoes
Two foreigns, one chopped off the roof
Two choppers when I ride in the coupe
Too many blunts and I still get them ran through
Strip club, that's a band or two
Trap Zoo, we got too many animals
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