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letra de drip babies - hoodrich pablo juan

[intro]
808 mafia
yeah
slatt got-t, uh
hood talk
pyrex whipper
pyrex
ysl
we the drip babies, team
who do it better?
hood talk, let’s go

[chorus: lil got-t & hoodrich pablo juan]
ten times three
thirty racks on me
get you whacked by 1017
ten thousand on givenchy
all rats, we poison they cheese
they thought we ain’t smokin’ this g
got stones on amiri jeans
all gold rollie came plain jane (let’s go)
real bullets, we ain’t shooting no blanks (hood)
different drip, my lifestyle strange (yeah)
they kickin’ they sh-t in the rain (talk to ’em)
just fall back in your lane
blue hundreds, you thought it was a dream (pablo juan)
we s-l-i-m-e (slime)
ain’t switching on my team
we all gon’ live this dream

[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
i really ain’t feeling your vibe
i can’t slide with you, you ain’t my slime
fresh to death like i committed suicide
i f-ck on a thot and that b-tch ain’t mine
shawty, she fine, if i want it, i’m buyin’
drip chanel, xl
i’m beating my d-ck and i’m leaving out sh-lls
i tell her that i’m hoodrich, she can tell
wrap it up ’til it got no smell on it
spinning the block with the tail on it
you don’t want no beef, you want to tell on me
and my b-tch -ss real, on the dead homies
n-gg-s stay on that f-ck sh-t, got bail money
all this drip on my body, it’s all on me
got amiri jeans with the snakes on it
f-ck all that broke sh-t, better shake somethin’
fresh out the trap with the pound cake
when i took the p-ssy, i was bare face
bet she run from the d-ck like she tryna escape
when they broke, that’s the only time they hate
when i’m in court, the only time i wait
draco on me and it sing like it’s drake
nut in her mouth, she don’t swallow like paste
fifty racks on me, that’s a piece of cake

[chorus: lil got-t]
ten times three
thirty racks on me (racks)
get you whacked by 1017
ten thousand on givenchy (let’s go)
all rats, we poison they cheese (woo, woo)
they thought we ain’t smokin’ this g (no cap)
got stones on amiri jeans (talk to us)
all gold rollie came plain jane (let’s go)
real bullets, we ain’t shooting no blanks (hood)
different drip, my lifestyle strange (yeah)
they kickin’ they sh-t in the rain (talk to ’em)
just fall back in your lane (fall black)
blue hundreds, you thought it was a dream (racks)
we s-l-i-m-e (slime)
ain’t switching on my team (nah)
we all gon’ live this dream (keed talk to ’em)

[verse 2: lil keed]
yeah, yeah, hoodbaby
my fear of god shoes, yeah, they cream
yeah, blood got cartier frames
on right now, real drip baby
yeah, condo paid for
i got in there, i ain’t sign no lease
yeah, marked out range rover
at night, i can’t even drive, can’t see, yeah
ridin’ ’round catchin’ my plays now
n-gg-s can’t ride with me
got vibes in the back, ain’t no sp-ce
hit her in the studio, ain’t got time to wait
yeah, yeah, broke -ss n-gg-, don’t call my line
pocket rocket long, spray it one time
your ho gon’ swarm me like flies
tell the lil’ b-tch voila
tell the lil’ n-gg- gang ties
f&n in my gucci belt
sh-t, we’ll let the chopper bullets fly
boy, get your drip up to par
’cause they ain’t gotta worry ’bout mine
my youngin couldn’t get in the club, sh-t
he parking lot pimping outside (sh-t)

- hoodrich pablo juan

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