We don t luv em – Hoodrich Pablo Juan lyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – We don t luv em – Hoodrich Pablo Juan

The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad b***h, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as f**k, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
F**k that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad b***h and her a*s fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that.
(Hoodrich Pablo Juan – We don t luv em)

Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
I always stay with assassins
I’m always laced with the fashion
Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabing
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
I’m the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, little n***a, I’m mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain’t never really trust you
Knew I should’ve never trust you
You ain’t real, you a buster
These niggas was always sus
These niggas start snitching for nothing
These niggas wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon’ get what you want
El Patrón, n***a, I want a ton.

The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad b***h, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as f**k, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
F**k that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad b***h and her a*s fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that.

If come ride it’s tinted
Don’t test the water chilly
My pinky a quarter ticket
Had to grind smart to get it
Limited ‘sclusive edition
They waitin’ in line to get it
Danny your time, I did it
I didn’t get a dime, a visit
I been had the sauce, I’m drippin’
‘Fore I had a pot to piss in
My car just lost the ceiling
My girl just lost her feeling
Gucci getting richer than richy
Bitches say Gucci saddity
She just did her a*s and her titties
Well skeet on her face ’cause she pretty
I tell her, go’n, like the road runner
Might stash your phone number
Ho get the wrong number
I’m stacking all winter
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I’m stuntin’ all summer
And I need a grown woman
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop.

The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad b***h, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as f**k, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ’cause we don’t love ’em
F**k that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwood smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad b***h and her a*s fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash thattt.
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We don t luv em - Hoodrich Pablo Juan
We don t luv em - Hoodrich Pablo Juan