lirik lagu one man army – hoodrich pablo juan
[produced by yung glizzy]
[intro]
glizzy, what you cookin’ up?
[hook: hoodrich pablo juan]
run up that check, give a f*ck bout no losses
no squares in my circle, ain’t nothin’ but bosses
i’m sippin’ on dead, i drink out the coffin
plug threw the pack, and you know that i moss’d it
came out the ‘partments, lotta creek like dawson
put on that makeup, she look like a barbie
fat ass thicker than ari
don’t know her name, so i just call her “shawty”
drugs in my body, i walked in the party
strapped with a chopper, young n*gga r*t*rded
the way that she ride it i call her “ferrari”
they knew me in the trap way before i was an artist
roll up and smoke on the weed like i’m marlеy
i got that glock if a n*gga wanna harm me
i’ll go to war with a one man army
blow the papеr like [?]
designer my garments
[verse 1: lil cj kasino]
i can’t beef with you n*ggas, you broke so that’s funny
i f*cked ’round and got rich, i came straight out the dungeon
the dope in that bag look like chopped up onions
you better not hit my jacket and [?]
it’s a money symbol, we a take your lil’ b*tch and have fun with that
f*ck her then pass her to gang, i’m done with that
jump in this ride to take racks to the laundromat
ain’t sign no deal, n*gga wrist cost a 100 racks
geek on my motor, pull up in a thundercat
you f*ck with the other side, it ain’t no comin’ back
tito threw me a pack, know i’ma run with that
n*gga i’m still on the block like a running*back
play with my name, and you know what come with that
i’m havin’ stains, shooters walk down and gun his ass
dunk on my gun, give a f*ck if you dumpin’ back
double back, n*gga gon’ die when we come through that
gotta look for me, b*tch i’m where the money at
b*tch on the road, stuck them bricks in the pontiac
you can’t tell me sh*t about sh*t when it come to that
they know at the 6, n*gga i was the one with that
i was the one that had, i was the lil’ n*gga ridin’ with a glock and a bomb attatched
and they don’t be stuntin’, f*ck n*ggas only had mid because i gave money back
[hook: hoodrich pablo juan]
run up that check, give a f*ck bout no losses
no squares in my circle, ain’t nothin’ but bosses
i’m sippin’ on dead, i drink out the coffin
plug threw the pack, and you know that i moss’d it
came out the ‘partments, lotta creek like dawson
put on that makeup, she look like a barbie
fat ass thicker than ari
don’t know her name, so i just call her “shawty”
drugs in my body, i walked in the party
strapped with a chopper, young n*gga r*t*rded
the way that she ride it i call her “ferrari”
they knew me in the trap way before i was an artist
roll up and smoke on the weed like i’m marley
i got that glock if a n*gga wanna harm me
i’ll go to war with a one man army
blow the paper like [?]
designer my garments
[verse 2: hoodrich pablo juan]
trap got a young n*gga rich
i l!ck on my b*tch and she thick
ridin’ round with them glocks and sticks
we see an opp and we send him a gift
keep trickin’ off, that ain’t how you get rich
baguettes, i need me a mop on my wrist
might go in the mall just to shop for my b*tch
my crop out in cali, i gotta go pick
witness in the trunk, i’m takin’ out 20s
i know what she want, a n*gga with money
touchdown any given sunday
double up, take it to the country, 100s and 20s
go overtime, we ain’t takin’ no lunches
hit her from the front, got her doin’ her crunches
got money and power on both of my conscious
got ’em pullin’ up, they lookin’ for runtz
leanin’ too hard, think i need me a crutch
got bricks and a tool like we doin’ construction
i count it and stack it, i do it for money
he ain’t really tough, these n*ggas just bluffin’
put a opp in a russian, money my type of discussion
hoodwolf sh*t, ain’t no huffin’ and puffin’
ace out the jungle, these n*ggas just monkeys
[hook: hoodrich pablo juan]
run up that check, give a f*ck bout no losses
no squares in my circle, ain’t nothin’ but bosses
i’m sippin’ on dead, i drink out the coffin
plug threw the pack, and you know that i moss’d it
came out the ‘partments, lotta creek like dawson
put on that makeup, she look like a barbie
fat ass thicker than ari
don’t know her name, so i just call her “shawty”
drugs in my body, i walked in the party
strapped with a chopper, young n*gga r*t*rded
the way that she ride it i call her “ferrari”
they knew me in the trap way before i was an artist
roll up and smoke on the weed like i’m marley
i got that glock if a n*gga wanna harm me
i’ll go to war with a one man army
blow the paper like [?]
designer my garments
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