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letra de rover - hoodrich pablo juan

[intro]
yeah (haha) you know what the f-ck goin’ on
(yeah, eat it up, champ, eat it up)
the f-ckin’ champ, n-gga
lets go

[chorus]
ice on my wrist like i broke it
i drive in that whie like it’s stolen (ooh)
bustin’ that p-ssy wide open (buss it)
yeah, she let him from the back
i got it wet, got it soakin’
don’t know how it feel to be sober
she gon’ ride on the d-ck like a rover (ha)
n-gga, yeen ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, get back (get back)

[verse 1]
i gave my [?] to wifey, buss ’em down
trap n-gga, all i know is grams and [?]
dior, the pilot, put him on the ground
malcom x chopper peepin’ out the blind
couple n-ggas switched and my n-ggas still ride
claim they want beef, when i seen ’em, they lyin’
ride by myself with a hundred twenty rounds
draco, .40 glock and a pocket rocket
don’t want smoke, these n-ggas just be c-ck blocks
came up out that hoe, trappin’ was my only option
i had a eight ball in my corner pocket
[?] flavours, in the trap like [?]
[?] wit’ the baksetball
now i gotta re-up, n-gga, just to get it on
i ain’t never been a follower, i’m a general
[?] be some criminals
[chorus]
ice on my wrist like i broke it
i drive in that whie like it’s stolen (ooh)
bustin’ that p-ssy wide open (buss it)
yeah, she let him from the back
i got it wet, got it soakin’
don’t know how it feel to be sober
she gon’ ride on the d-ck like a rover (ha)
n-gga, yeen ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, get back (get back)

[verse 2]
i know how it feel to be broke, i ain’t goin’ back
f-ck ’bout no loss, n-gga, how you gon’ bounce back?
my b-tch doin’ explorer like, “how did you find that?”
gotta buy a 3.5, i ain’t sellin’ no dime pack
i need my profit, ain’t smokin’, i’m sellin’ it
took that dance on a n-gga to quarterback
drinkin’ pimp c, i swear i never snorted it
just call me “blow”, you don’t know me like that
never been a p-ssy, shoot out the h-llcat
ain’t in my name, i’ma wrap it and sell that
caught a n-gga slippin’ and gave him his l back
bih f-ck me good and i pay for her nail tech
ha, cartier skeleton, cost a patek
this ain’t an audi, four rings and baguettes
cuban, it choking me, all on my neck
[?]
[chorus]
ice on my wrist like i broke it
i drive in that whie like it’s stolen (skrrt)
bustin’ that p-ssy wide open (buss it)
yeah, she let him from the back
i got it wet, got it soakin’
don’t know how it feel to be sober
she gon’ ride on the d-ck like a rover (ha)
n-gga, yeen ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, get back (get back)

- hoodrich pablo juan

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