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HoodRich Pablo Juan

Dead End

 

Dead End

(الألبوم: South Dark - 2017)


Pablo Juan, man
Kenny Beats
(Let's do it)

Too much money, need long pockets
I push the weight like I'm exercising
VS1 diamonds, a pool party
VLONE the wrist with my garments
Smoking that shit like I'm Bob Marley
Rockstar like I'm Ed Hardy
Hoodrich, I ain't never shopped at Target
We strapped the fuck up with choppers like the army
Just bought a whole pound just to smoke the shit
Pouring up raw lean, Hi-Tech and Actavis
Can't have that money, they know that we having it
Trap niggas swing the door, serve out the cabinet
Dressing, I'm dabbing in fashion, not average
Hundred thousand worth of jewels, I got karats
Taught them they swag, I should be they parent
Rock Gucci and Louis, I don't do the clearance

Swagged up, she let me fuck, first appearance
Weed too loud, what you say? I can't hear 'em
Hundred round chopper, how the fuck I'm fearing
Spent 250 thousand on the Benz
Meet me in the trap at the dead end
Serving that white shit, when you snort, make your head spin
Pull up on the plug in the pickup truck
He said you gon' need one with the bed in it
Rocking Supreme and that Off-White
I only smoke on the cookies, all types
Getting head, fucking that pussy all night
Doctor prescribed me the Percs and the pint
Caution, it's wet, might slip on this ice
Glock with the beam for the night
Chopper, it came with a knife
I spin my wrist in the pot like The Price Is Right

Too much money, need long pockets
I push the weight like I'm exercising
VS1 diamonds, a pool party
VLONE the wrist with my garments
Smoking that shit like I'm Bob Marley
Rockstar like I'm Ed Hardy
Hoodrich, I ain't never shopped at Target
We strapped the fuck up with choppers like the army
Just bought a whole pound just to smoke the shit
Pouring up raw lean, Hi-Tech and Actavis
Can't have that money, they know that we having it
Trap niggas swing the door, serve out the cabinet
I'm dressing, I'm dabbing in fashion, not average
Hundred thousand worth of jewels, I got karats
Taught them they swag, I should be they parent
Rock Gucci and Louis, I don't do the clearance

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