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letra de homisquad - hoodrich pablo juan

[chorus: goonew]
this that homicide sh-t, this that hoodrich sh-t
this that k!ll a n-gg- quick, this that homicide sh-t
this that hoodrich sh-t, this that homicide sh-t
this that k!ll a n-gg- quick, this that homicide sh-t
this that hoodrich sh-t, this that k!ll a n-gg- quick
this that homicide sh-t, this that hoodrich sh-t
this that homicide sh-t, this that k!ll a n-gg- quick

[verse 1: lil dude]
pray to the cash
i came with the stick so you know i ain’t ratchet
these n-gg-s been knew i was dancing
too many b-tches, you know a n-gg- finesse ’em
hoodrich turn up the function
came in this b-tch with a whole lot of money
these n-gg-s be dyin’ for bluffin’
my young n-gg-s murk and they coming for somethin’
triple diablo aiming at your m-ffin
ain’t goin’ nowhere without it, i be thuggin’
spent thirteen hundred on a stone island coat
these n-gg-s ain’t gettin’ no money
they left for the rain, n-gg- now it’s sunny
told freak i’ma give him a hundred
pull on your block and he drive in a honda
tell the truth, n-gg- don’t really want it
automatic sound like thunder
don’t get on that list ’cause we calling that number
been totin’ the stick but the pack comin’ summer
real street n-gg-, i made these b-tches want me
been sending these n-gg-s luciano’s warning
i hang with the snakes, anancodas
my young n-gg-s spending bands, dj drama
i got me an ar pistol, i don’t care ’bout no motherf-ckin’ comma

[verse 2: hoodrich pablo juan]
homicide boys
n-gg- don’t play, you know we got the toys
smoking loud, they ain’t making no noise
hoodrich, we got the money like floyd
in the trap i’m a lord, cutting the dope with the sword, ooh
bust the pint, i ain’t know what i poured
wanna be me but you can’t afford
turn a fine lil b-tch to a wh-r-
choppers and sticks, b-tch we ready for war
extended clip, i’ma shoot you some more
i’m rocking that sh-t you can’t find in the store
everywhere we go got bullets galore
smoking gelato cookie like a sport
water on me, boy you stuck on the sh-r-
ooh, i know she f-cking for sure
smoking gelato, that west coast cure
bad b-tch from san fransisco
chopper from russia when i kick a door
put water on the money, make it grow
finesse ’em, tell ’em that i got it for the low
when he come we gon’ cut off his throat
ain’t talkin’ cola when i’m talkin’ ’bout c-ke
glock forty, got it tucked in my coat

- hoodrich pablo juan

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