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letra de i used to - hoodrich pablo juan

[pre-chorus: drugrixh pe$o]
you say you love me or hate me
is it real or you faking?
lately, i’ve been contemplating
sitting back, getting impatient
i ain’t never did nothing wrong
and i don’t leave before the money gone
came a long way from kicking doors
i’m the same n-gg- come up in your home

[chorus: drugrixh pe$o]
i used to juug off the dodos
i used to juug off the metro
i used to juug at the citgo
used to wake up and go kick a door
i used to hit the plug for elbows
used to walk up and down candler road
i used to bust juugs with your main hoe
i used to do all that
i used to juug off the dodos
i used to juug off the metro
i used to juug at the citgo
used to wake up and go kick a door
i used to hit the plug for elbows
used to walk up and down candler road
i used to bust juugs with your main hoe
i used to do all that

[verse 1: drugrixh pe$o]
i used to, but i got sick of that
f-cked your b-tch so you can get her back
wait, hit her up in my trap
wait, i used to serve the pack
on my block, they out there with the crack
posted at the sh-ll with the strap
them long nights, who would remember that?
and me and carlos used to pour a zip
now i got pints, you can’t tell her sh-t
my diamonds, they shining like they backlit
the chopper make them twist and backflip
stack it and put it in mattress
drugrixh, i should be on forbes’ list
i used to dream about all this sh-t
i used to hate that i served nicks
but i was never mad, she sucked my d-ck
used to pull out and bust on her lips
ask your b-tch how i don’t like to kiss
but she loves to hop in my whip
two-hundred on it, that’s some swerving and sh-t
i used to walk up and down curbs and sh-t
i used to hit about a thousand licks
i’m still selling soft and hard, dimes, nicks
all that “used to” sh-t will get you popped quick
b-tch

[verse 2: hoodrich pablo juan]
used to trap at the bus stop by the eastwyck
used to skip school, teachers said i wouldn’t be sh-t
gotta sound like michael vick, gotta be quick
gotta juug it out, drug, n-gg-, i’m trying to get rich
riding with pe$o, he keep the stick
get down or lay down, i’m on my beanie sigel sh-t
f-ck the law, you could do a whole lot of illegal sh-t
hop out with no mask, jeepers creepers sh-t
jump out, i go to work with a dirty stick
get your -ss k!lled in the trap with that counterfeit
buck down, roll down, ain’t used to have sh-t
i bust down the brick, now [?]
used to make flips off the flip phone with flip flops on
pour a deuce in the fanta and i’m gone
working, working, working, working, working my ringtone
i ain’t going nowhere ’til the fiends gone
i got me a check to my theme song
drinking that dirty, i need a shoulder to lean on
i’m standing in the street, n-gg-, i never went back home
need to go to school with a backpack and strap on
double cup, mony powr rspt styrofoam
you spending money while they f-cking calling my phone
used to trap by apartments in the back
black n-gg- house look like home alone

- hoodrich pablo juan

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