Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Faygo Cream (feat. Duke)



[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
‘Bout gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 1: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, you could leave me in the hood, with no clothes
Bet you I’ma catch a ho before I catch a cold
Ooh, cross ’em out like hot sauce, I’m balling like a pro
We gon’ pull up strapped up to every show
I bet you I’ma handle business, and that’s for sure
Ooh, mama told me chase that money, say fuck them hoes
Ooh, just hope it ain’t no witness, I got blood on the floor
I got too many bitches, I don’t love none’ them hoes
Yeah, I might start moonwalking like I’m Michael Jackson
I got on too much fashion, my wrist doing magic
I got the diamonds on my wrist dancing
I’m throwing that money in Magic City
I wanna fuck, she got ass and titties
Drinking that lean, I got bad kidneys
Molly in the bag, got my mask with me

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Hit the lab and pop a bean, all my bitches mean
I’m a rockstar, I spent two thousand on jeans
Drank got me movin’ slow, I’m sippin’ on lean
And we not drinking no green
They pull out their cameras when I’m on the scene
That bitch ain’t bad, she a thot
Nigga try me, gotta die
I went and broke down a pot
I got that shit out the pot
Bitch I cannot tie the knot
Trappin’ and rappin’ with fire
I just might peel out the lot
Don’t know what I’m sippin’ but I poured a lot

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean

[Verse 3: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, Pablo Juan, call me your majesty
I fucked her and I ain’t call her and now she mad at me
I be fresh to death, yeah, it’s a tragedy
I got it on lock but I heard you had the key
Yeah, gettin’ money every day, now you mad at me
Ooh, I don’t fuck with hater niggas, ain’t my cup of tea
Yellow Lamb, black guts, call it bumblebee
Bought a new AP, man I think they on to me

[Chorus: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean
Fill my soda up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
Buy gelato, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no ice cream
I be dressin’ how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my engine foreign, you know they mean



Hoodrich Pablo Juan – We Don’t Love ‘Em (feat. Gucci Mane)



[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
Everybody getting money, nigga
Yeah, Pablo Juan

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
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 love ’em
Fuck 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 bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
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 nigga, 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, nigga, I want a ton

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
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 love ’em
Fuck 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 bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
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 ass 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
I’m stuntin’ all summer
And I need a grown woman
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
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 love ’em
Fuck 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 bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – We Don’t Luv Em (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, nigga
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
Everybody getting money, nigga
Yeah, Pablo Juan

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
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 love ’em
Fuck 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 bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
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 nigga, 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, nigga, I want a ton

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
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 love ’em
Fuck 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 bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
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 ass 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
I’m stuntin’ all summer
And I need a grown woman
‘Cause I got grown money, Wop

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, pothole
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
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 love ’em
Fuck 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 bitch and her ass fat
Four door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

Gunna – Almighty (feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Oh, H ’round my waist, I’m back rocking Hermes
Givenchy Air Forces, they cost me a bag
I rock a show, give some racks to my man
I eat the cake too, brought my bitch to the sand
I geek up my whips and live life on the edge
Slime out of town so I’m sipping this red
I cannot cap, these racks getting to my head
Young Gunna rappin’, I really was trappin’
My wrist need a napkin, Rolex got me wet
Drip they gon’ jack it, Marc Jacobs my jacket
Them folks had to test me, shit cost me some bread
European stitching, love shopping in France
She want a vacation, my bitch need a tan
Fear of God pants match my Fear of God Vans
You niggas weren’t there when I needed a hand

[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I want the money, I don’t want no Tommy
My pockets stuffed, yeah I keep it on me
My whip a snow bunny, I love them blue hunnids
Brand new Masi and the the Bentley Armani
Bite that Lacoste, I jumped out the porch as a boss, yeah
Drinking Hi-Tech in the loft, raw
My bitch got a ass that’s soft
No, this ain’t no gas it’s cigar
I roll up backwood and gelato
I’m rocking Valentino with the red bottoms
Givenchy stars got me fucking a model
Poppin’ seals, we don’t drink bottles
Hustle hard about that almighty dollar
Try to play me, put that K to your collar
Snakes in the garden, my Gucci Mufasa
Pablo Juan bitch, I’m the plug like a charger

[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate