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Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Master Sensei Intro (Official Video) @AZaeProduction x @JerryPHD
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[Verse 1]
Yeah, ****
Louis bags on me, ****
Louis duffle-bag with the bags in it
[Verse 2]
Comin' with a eighteen-wheeler
I need somewhere to back in
Rappin' and trappin', I'm goin'
And pickin' up the front end and the back end
[Verse 3]
Got a Louis bag with nothin' but bags in
I get it dirt cheap, why the fuck he be taxin'?
Free Bloody Black, he got locked up for traffickin'
Jamaican weed plug, get the brick for Africans
[Verse 4]
Put the trap in a chokehold, got 'em tappin' in
Ran out of Percs, I'm back on the Vicodin's
Everything I do, these **** be bitin' it
Go in the booth all the time like I'm writin' it
[Verse 5]
Shit on my mind, I can't do shit but grind
Chopper on me, ****, ain't finna take mine
Up all night, go to sleep in the daytime
Trap out the trap phone, ring like a chatline
[Verse 6]
Auntie need the Percocet for her spine
You ain't 'bout money, don't call wastin' my time
Got my lil' baby brother with a lil' baby nine
Don't play 'bout my money, I need every dime
[Verse 7]
Pussy ass ****, get the fuck from round
Can't fuck with you ****, you ain't like my kind
Dance on the work  like I'm Dion in his prime
Hit the trap with these bricks, hard punchline
[Verse 8]
The rappin' ass **** be lyin'
Lent me the work 'cause he knew it be flyin'
Drinkin' that Hi-Tech, raw like it's wine
Fish in the coupe, when I'm cookin' I'm fryin'
[Verse 9]
Trappin' hard 25-8, overtime
Two hunnid, mash the gas, it ain't no finish line
I go to Jeffrey's, I don't wear the Finish Line
I want Platinum Cookie, but I'll take any kind
[Verse 10]
In that latest fashion with a hunnid dollar line
VIP, never waited in line
Got a box comin' in with a dime
My young **** get me, three sell it in dimes
[Verse 11]
You a snitch ass ****, I could see it in your eye
Cook up the dough, it gon' rise
Put on the Tom Ford like the Master of Disguise
Strapped up with gun, don't come with no knives
[Verse 12]
Throw him a party, it come with a prize
Candler Road, ****, we count it 1-5
I got the baby, these **** just whine
Just got on jewelry like I'm already signed
[Verse 13]
Master Sensei, I bring up the bricks
Take out a nine and I spend it at Fifths
Two .38s on me like I got hips
I'm in the hood where the drugs get dealt
[Verse 14]
Yeah, ****
You know what's goin' on, Pablo Juan, ****
Off the top, ****
I got me some plays, man
Ay, you know what the fuck's goin' on, ****
Yeah
Real **** shit
And you know where to find me at, ****
Pussy ass ****
Y'all **** ain't know

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