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letra de zombamafoo - hoodrich pablo juan

[intro]
that pint don’t come sealed, n-gg-, i don’t want it
i trap out the bando, n-gg-, like it’s haunted
hoodwolf, leave me with the dragons in the dungeon
i still serve a n-gg- a bale of the onions
better go ask your b-tch, i been getting money
real candler road n-gg-, real candler road n-gg-

[chorus]
i’m dressing like i was zoboomafoo
got lions and snakes on my gucci shoes
poured up a deuce, i rolled up a blunt or two
your b-tch wanna f-ck when she come through
sensei busting up bricks, i do kung-fu
good aim when shooting, i’m hunting you
caught a cold from my ice, ah-choo
all black ghost pull up, peek-a-boo
i’m smoking that platinum cookies, that’s the best
i got the juice, i pour up that hitech
four pockets full, looking like thigh pads
talking that gangsta sh-t, no, you ain’t ’bout that hoodrich
i keep the strap in my louie bag
f-ck on your b-tch, give her back, i’m through with that
filthy rich like the sewer, don’t hang with no rats
designer my fashion, i’m still sipping act

[verse 1]
i got them cookies, they fresh out the oven
juuging and packing, i’m making sh-t double
four in the 20, i like my sh-t muddy
f-ck on that hoe, then i call up her buddy
rich n-gg- status, i keep the strap on me
my red bottoms made from the hair of a pony
my young n-gg-s murking, they scared to be opponents
talking that f-ck sh-t, we pulling right up on it
that pint don’t come sealed, n-gg-, i don’t want it
i trap out the bando, n-gg-, like it’s haunted
hoodwolf, leave me with the dragon in the dungeon
i still serve a n-gg- a bale of the onions
better go ask your b-tch, i’ve been getting money
real candler road n-gg-, you can serve [?]
i gotta meet the plug way out in conyers
i got the paper like folder dividers
buy the work, no cosigners
real street n-gg-, i ain’t taking no dummies
can’t get it the way we trying, n-gg-, you’ll die
i can seen a n-gg- acting like me, stop lying
i’m pablo the plug, you ain’t sold a dime
i’m in the concrete jungle with the lions
i need the pints, n-gg-, i don’t buy lines
when i get bricks, yeah, i’m paying for mine
360 ring, why the f-ck would i sign?

[chorus]
i’m dressing like i was zoboomafoo
got lions and snakes on my gucci shoes
poured up a deuce, i rolled up a blunt or two
your b-tch wanna f-ck when she come through
sensei busting up bricks, i do kung-fu
good aim when shooting, i’m hunting you
caught a cold from my ice, ah-choo
all black golds pull up, peek-a-boo
i’m smoking that platinum cookies, that’s the best
i got the juice, i pour up that hitech
four pockets full, looking like thigh pads
talking that gangsta sh-t, no, you ain’t ’bout that hoodrich
i keep the strap in my louie bag
f-ck on your b-tch, give her back, i’m through with that
filthy rich like the sewer, don’t hang with no rats
designer my fashion, i’m still sipping act

[verse 2]
i’m in new york, smoking cali, sipping on texas
african diamonds, i flooded my necklace
popped me a perc and a xan, i’m reckless
n-gg-, don’t ask for no bricks through no message
i got the og, they call me a veteran
beenie man, dressing like david letterman
tools, i’m a contractor like mexicans
oooh, quit all that capping and flexing
b-tch, i’m in the trap, quit testing
i’m bench pressing weights like professional wrestling
spent fifty thousand on a chopper, investment
hundred thousand went in price of the check-in
bales in, i’ma drive them on gresham
twenty thousand, i just dropped on my bezel
they call me pablo, they know i was special
just look at my neck, i just won a gold medal
on my fifth foreign, i’m geeking off red
i f-ck with the white, they say it’s the devil
never had sh-t, now i’m rich, i call that incredible
cookies, weed, i ain’t talking about edible
f-ck on that hoe, go get money what you better do
i’ve been the plug, $200,000 ahead of you
xans and the lean, i stay on the medical
every day i wake up, i go get me some revenue

[chorus]
i’m dressing like i was zoboomafoo
got lions and snakes on my gucci shoes
poured up a deuce, i rolled up a blunt or two
your b-tch wanna f-ck when she come through
sensei busting up bricks, i do kung-fu
good aim when shooting, i’m hunting you
caught a cold from my ice, ah-choo
all black golds pull up, peek-a-boo
i’m smoking that platinum cookies, that’s the best
i got the juice, i pour up that hitech
four pockets full, looking like thigh pads
talking that gangsta sh-t, no, you ain’t ’bout that hoodrich
i keep the strap in my louie bag
f-ck on your b-tch, give her back, i’m through with that
filthy rich like the sewer, don’t hang with no rats
designer my fashion, i’m still sipping act

- hoodrich pablo juan

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