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Hoodrich Pablo Juan Feat. Gucci Mane "We Don't Luv Em Remix" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
HoodRich Pablo Juan
HoodRich Pablo Juan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sterling Pennix
Sterling Pennix
Songwriter
Miguel Curtidor
Miguel Curtidor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Wolf
Danny Wolf
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ooh, yeah
Money, power, respect, ****
It's a money set, you know what I'm saying?
Everybody getting money, ****
Yeah, Pablo Juan
[Verse 2]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving potholes
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
[Verse 3]
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as fuck, I'm lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what, 'cause we don't luv 'em
[Verse 4]
Fuck that
I wanna hit it from the back
Backwoods smoking, it's fat
Dressing like I got a sack
[Verse 5]
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that
[Verse 6]
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Expensive glasses like I'm teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash (Fresh)
Fresh to death, where is my casket? (Fresh)
I always stay with assassins
I'm always late 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 after my swag, I feel like yo daddy
You a beggar, I'm a hustler
I'm the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, lil' ****, I'm mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain't never really trust you
Knew I should'a never trusted you
You ain't real, you a buster
These **** was always sus
These **** start snitching for nothing
These **** wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon' get what you want
El Patrón, ****, I want a ton
[Verse 7]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving potholes
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
[Verse 8]
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as fuck, I'm lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what, 'cause we don't luv em
[Verse 9]
Fuck that
I wanna hit it from the back
Backwoods smoking, it's fat
Dressing like I got a sack
[Verse 10]
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that
[Verse 11]
Pull up on you, just send me the addy
Bad bitch call me daddy
Xan, Perc, and a Addy
I really wanna fuck a Kardashian
I like a freaky bitch that's gon' suck it
I just be kicking shit like it was rugby
Hell no, baby, don't call me hubby
Fuck you thought, baby, we was just fucking
Ooh, I'm back to the trap and I'm serving that
I done got me a sack like a running back
Two pints of Hi-Tech and a eighth of Act
I'ma fuck on yo bitch, I'ma break her back
I'ma fuck on yo bitch, I'ma give her back
I got two bitches playing pitty pat
I just do it like the Nike check
My neck froze, got a ice attack
[Verse 12]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving potholes
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
[Verse 13]
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as fuck, I'm lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what, 'cause we don't luv em
[Verse 14]
Fuck that
I wanna hit it from the back
Backwoods smoking, it's fat
Dressing like I got a sack
[Verse 15]
I pull up, jump out the back
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that
Written by: Sterling Pennix, Danny Wolf
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