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HoodRich Pablo Juan

Minute Maid

 

Minute Maid

(album: DMV - 2019)


Yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go
Pablo Juan, you know what I'm saying
Money Plugs and Guns shit, nigga
Ronny J please turn me up
Hood

Got bands like it's a parade
I juug all that pack before I go hit the stage
I ride in that four-door, I fill it with Ks
I fucked that bitch once, she ain't nothing but a phase
I came out the trap, they amazed
They thought I wouldn't make it, I put it in they face
I went to the plug, said I need me a raise
Tryna see how to kill 'em without catching a case
I chop off the top and I ride minute maid
Ooh, my bitch, she got ass for days
Dead fresh like I jumped out the grave
All kind of dope in the trap like a raid
I blew up, pull the pin out the grenade
Graduated in the trap with all As
Got flowers all on me like I was a vase
I'm pulling the strings like I'm tying my lace
Double the rate if he shot in the face

Build up my muscle from spending like Popeye
Rollie Arabian, Inshallah
Bankroll all colors, they looking like tie-dye
Fuck your baby mama, she calling me dada
Pull up in foreigns, I jump out with 4-5s
Fuck a lil' chopper, I only need one eye
Shit on niggas like E. coli
Money machine, calculate, I'm a robot
If they ain't pay me, then I ain't gon' go out
Running your mouth 'bout some shit you don't know about
Dripping on niggas, walking with the pole out
Shoot with the magazine, ain't talking rollout
When I'm done with that bitch, you can get her back
They mad 'cause I run it up, they overlap
I put a hole in his neck, he ain't show no respect
I'm playing like cards, I'm straight out the deck
Give me that brain, that intellect
He really a bitch but he pop on the internet
Dressing on niggas like vinaigrette
Dick on the Glock and it wanna have sex
No flex, I bought some brand new baguettes
Run up on me and get popped like a Percocet
I been a boss and I know where you work at
Stay away from broke, I'm allergic to that

Got bands like it's a parade
I juug all that pack before I go hit the stage
I ride in that four-door, I fill it with Ks
I fucked that bitch once, she ain't nothing but a phase
I came out the trap, they amazed
They thought I wouldn't make it, I put it in they face
I went to the plug, said I need me a raise
Tryna see how to kill 'em without catching a case
I chop off the top and I ride minute maid
Ooh, my bitch, she got ass for days
Dead fresh like I jumped out the grave
All kind of dope in the trap like a raid
I blew up, pull the pin out the grenade
Graduated in the trap with all As
Got flowers all on me like I was a vase
I'm pulling the strings like I'm tying my lace
Double the rate if he shot in the face

I'm gone, y'all niggas ain't even near me
Tryna stuff fifty racks in the Amiris
I take it to trial, say fuck the jury
Dead broke, I found a plug to cure me
Straight out of Jeffery's, my swag pad pure
Smoking out the can, West Coast Cure
You not a leader, you just cheer
Scared of heights but I'm up, I'm facing my fears
Best dressed, I been fresh all year
Hunt all the opps down like they was deer
Pull up on niggas, I turn on the owl
Quarter pounder like McDonald's, no smile
Plain jane, but I iced out the dial
It ain't no ref out here, gotta play foul
Pull out, I'm dripping, I need me a towel
Fuck 'bout no beef, I can eat me a cow
Fuck with the hundred round drum, that's a bullet shower
I thought he was tough, he ain't nothing but a coward
Get some brain from a bitch from DC to the house
They wanna catch me slipping, but I won't allow it
Smelling like some Dove, I'm fresh like some down
Got a Glock with a dub when I'm in Clayton County
Counting bankrolls in the trap where they found me
Started with nicks and I came up off ounces

Got bands like it's a parade
I juug all that pack before I go hit the stage
I ride in that four-door, I fill it with Ks
I fucked that bitch once, she ain't nothing but a phase
I came out the trap, they amazed
They thought I wouldn't make it, I put it in they face
I went to the plug, said I need me a raise
Tryna see how to kill 'em without catching a case
I chop off the top and I ride minute maid
Ooh, my bitch, she got ass for days
Dead fresh like I jumped out the grave
All kind of dope in the trap like a raid
I blew up, pull the pin out the grenade
Graduated in the trap with all As
Got flowers all on me like I was a vase
I'm pulling the strings like I'm tying my lace
Double the rate if he shot in the face

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