Lyrics HoodRich Pablo Juan – I’m Good
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Hoodrich Pablo Juan:
I just poured up a four in the twenty
That’s a dirty orange Crush
I’m having White, Black, Spanish, and Chinese
Turning the deuce to a four when I whip it up
Got nuts on the chopper, they ready to bust
Killers, they shoot you, they snorting dust
I go to Virginia, I’m drinking on Tuss
Wherever I go, I’m good
I jump out a plane, go straight to the hood
Wherever I go, I’m good
I’m in your city, nigga, I’m in the hood
Wherever I go, I’m gotta have dope
I jumped out the plane, I poured up a four
Wherever I go, I got killers on go
I’m looking for a plug to buy more dope
I touch down, trying to juug all these pounds
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on the chopper, that’s a hundred rounds
Get on the plane, fuck a Uber
I get picked up by the killers and shooters
Go to the hood, I know how to maneuver
Pocket rocket on me, .380 Ruger
Smoking moonrocks, got me walking on the moon
Bitches different colors, green and maroon
I’m smoking on
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and we don’t follow rules
Fucking your bitch and she coming home soon
Five star ninja, smoke out the room
Get kicked out, go buy another one
I only smoke cookie, that platinum and bubble gum
Global trap star, nigga, I’m one of one
Juan Pablo like I’m Escobar’s son
I just poured up a four in the twenty
That’s a dirty orange Crush
I’m having White, Black, Spanish, and Chinese
Four bitches ready to fuck
Turning the deuce to a four when I whip it up
Got nuts on the chopper, they ready to bust
Killers, they shoot you, they snorting dust
I go to Virginia, I’m drinking on Tuss
Wherever I go, I’m good
I jump out a plane, go straight to the hood
Wherever I go, I’m good
I’m in your city, nigga, I’m in the hood
Wherever I go, I’m gotta have dope
I jumped out the plane, I poured up a four
Wherever I go, I got killers on go
I’m looking for a plug to buy more dope
Yowda:
Money what I’m making, bitch
All about my chips
Everything else secondary
I’m a magician with them bricks
Turn them into twins
In the kitchen, boy, I’m legendary
Fat 40 Glock on my hip, let a nigga set trip
I swear to God, that motherfucker getting buried
Four trap phones on me, all ringing at the same time
Goddamn, a nigga need a secretary
Yeah, I raced straight off the block, I got it off the block
It ain’t stepped on ’cause I got it off the dock
Got them in stock, come and get them while they’re hot
Pimping tags on the whip ’cause I got it off the lot
On another level, I ain’t staying with you niggas
Put my name in the rap, I get to preying on you niggas
MAK-90s, TEC-9s, ARs, AKs
Fifty round drums, I ain’t playing with you niggas
Hoodrich Pablo Juan:
I just poured up a four in the twenty
That’s a dirty orange Crush
I’m having White, Black, Spanish, and Chinese
Four bitches ready to fuck
Turning the deuce to a four when I whip it up
Got nuts on the chopper, they ready to bust
Killers, they shoot you, they snorting dust
I go to Virginia, I’m drinking on Tuss
Wherever I go, I’m good
I jump out a plane, go straight to the hood
Wherever I go, I’m good
I’m in your city, nigga, I’m in the hood
Wherever I go, I’m gotta have dope
I jumped out the plane, I poured up a four
Wherever I go, I got killers on go
I’m looking for a plug to buy more dope