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lirik lagu minute maid – hoodrich pablo juan

[intro]
yeah, yeah
let’s go, let’s go
pablo juan, you know what i’m sayin’
money plugs and guns sh-t, n-gga
ronny j please turn me up
hood

[chorus]
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 f-cked that b-tch once, she ain’t nothin’ 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 k!ll ’em without catchin’ a case
i chop off the top and i ride minute maid
ooh, my b-tch, she got -ss 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 pullin’ the strings like i’m tyin’ my lace
double the rate if he shot in the face

[verse 1]
build up my muscle from spendin’ like popeye
rollie arabian, inshallah
bankroll all colors, they lookin’ like tie-dye
f-ck your baby mama, she callin’ me dada
pull up in foreigns, i jump out with 4-5s
f-ck a lil’ chopper, i only need one eye
sh-t on n-ggas like e. coli
money machine, calculate, i’m a robot
if they ain’t pay me, then i ain’t gon’ go out
runnin’ your mouth ’bout some sh-t you don’t know about
drippin’ on n-ggas, walkin’ with the pole out
shoot with the magazine, ain’t talkin’ rollout
when i’m done with that b-tch, 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 playin’ like cards, i’m straight out the deck
give me that brain, that intellect
he really a b-tch but he pop on the internet
dressin’ on n-ggas like vinaigrette
d-ck on the glock and it wanna have s-x
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

[verse 2]
i’m gone, y’all n-ggas ain’t even near me
tryna stuff fifty racks in the amiris
i take it to trial, say f-ck the jury
dead broke, i found a plug to cure me
straight out of jeffery’s, my swag pad pure
smokin’ out the can, west coast cure
you not a leader, you just cheer
scared of heights but i’m up, i’m facin’ my fears
best dressed, i been fresh all year
hunt all the opps down like they was deer
pull up on n-ggas, 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 drippin’, i need me a towel
f-ck ’bout no beef, i can eat me a cow
f-ck with the hundred round drum, that’s a bullet shower
i thought he was tough, he ain’t nothin’ but a coward
get some brain from a b-tch from dc to the house
they wanna catch me slippin’, but i won’t allow it
smellin’ like some dove, i’m fresh like some down
got a glock with a dub when i’m in clayton county
countin’ bankrolls in the trap where they found me
started with nicks and i came up off ounces

- hoodrich pablo juan

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