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letra de everything 4 sale - hoodrich pablo juan

[intro: hoodrich pablo juan]
yeah, dj champ in this motherf-cker
know what i’m sayin’, my diamonds h-ttin’, n-gg-
diamonds h-ttin’ like they dj champ
hoodrich, n-gg-
money, plugs, and guns

[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
i got my mind on my money, got money on my mind
yeah, 24/7 in the trap, i’m on my grind
what you want? what you need? yeah, i’m sellin’ if you buyin’
we got it, yeah, we got all different kinds
everything for sale, my eyeball like a scale
we’ll serve you anything you want, you better not tell
we got wholesale, bust it down and retail
trappin’ out the back door, n-gg-, don’t ring that doorbell

[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
serving the work out the cabinet
i fell in love with the addies
i was always good at mathematics
i bust it down, scale it, and bag it
give you extras, you can have it
i’m in dallas like a maverick
thirty clip got me saggin’
traphouse like a cabin
i get the work, i’m the fastest
eyeball the work, got a scale on my gl-sses
come to the trap, we got hired -ss-ssins
whole lot of green, got it hired and gr-ss
graduated trap, highest in cl-ss
n-body can count it, just hide the cash
run up a sack, thigh pad
turn into a snitch, he goin’ out bad
yeah, a street n-gg- made a treasure out of trash
i was broke, i got fixed, no cast
ran off on the plug, no mask
walk around with a dub in my bag
yeah, i pulled up in a brand new jag
ooh, shawty got too much swag
hatin’ -ss n-gg-, i can see why you mad
can’t stand these n-gg-s, i’m in my bag

[verse 2: young dolph]
stashed a quarter million in the pillow, i ain’t lyin’ (guala)
then fell asleep on it, now i got money on my mind, ayy
retro number 9’s, took your b-tch, made her mines
cashed the plug out for a hundo, gave him a high five
rollin’ up biscotti, flyin’ in a ferrari
sellin’ og out my traphouse, but i’m smokin’ smarties (trap)
twenty b-tches in new york and all of ’em exotic
sh-ttin’ on you n-gg-s on purpose, i can’t say i’m sorry (it’s dolph)
jumped up out the benz, left it running (skrrt)
look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (hey)
copped the bags in cali, then i sent ’em to the country (trap)
front ’em to my n-gg- while i go shopping in london, hey, hey

- hoodrich pablo juan

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