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Hoodrich Pablo Juan – This Fly Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus]
Roll up the weed, I'm tryna get high
I can't lie, I'on know a nigga this fly
Cartier lens, they gon' cover my eye
Never talk fake, I swear I'd rather die
I'on trust nobody so I sleep with one eye
He ain't in the gang, he hatin' from the side
Call up the gang and they ready to slide
I be outside, I'on know how to hide
Handle my business like I wear a tie
Nigga, you burned out, you fried
Cut that bitch off, divide
[?] too tight, I had to went up a size
Whoever told you I ain't gettin' money, they lied
[?] work, I can't knock you for trying
I get her wet then I go up her thighs
Got pain in my eyes, ain't doin' no cryin'
In foreign, I drop the top, feel like I'm flyin' (Yeah)

[Verse]
Bad bitch on my elbow
Nigga, let the wind blow
Yo, police said nigga call when it's low
Try to tell the police that I got it for the low
Fuck nigga, we don't be 'bout no ho
Round here cats on the lean, drive slow
You ain't gotta ask, you know it's gelato
Just tryna smash on that thot, that ain't my ho
I bought a brick, why you think they call me Pablo?
[?] on the move and they ran into a pothole
Whip up the dope in a Pyrex bowl
I do what I want, I'on follow dress code
Givenchy my toes
Blowing kush and throwin' elbows
[?] from Melrose
Fuck with that white girl, I want me some [?]
Call me Robin Hood, I shoot a [?] like a arrow
All of my wrist, it froze
Jump on the plain with the load
Rich, I ain't goin' back broke no more
Fuck it, I walk in and buy the whole store
I think I'm the shit in my Christian Dior
[?] you pissin' me off
I'on believe that shit, sound false
They know I'ma boss every time that I talk, uh

[Chorus]
Roll up the weed, I'm tryna get high
I can't lie, I'on know a nigga this fly
Cartier lens, they gon' cover my eye
Never talk fake, I swear I'd rather die
I'on trust nobody so I sleep with one eye
He ain't in the gang, he hatin' from the side
Call up the gang and they ready to slide
I be outside, I'on know how to hide
Handle my business like I wear a tie
Nigga, you burned out, you fried
Cut that bitch off, divide
[?] too tight, I had to went up a size
Whoever told you I ain't gettin' money, they lied
[?] work, I can't knock you for trying
I get her wet then I go up her thighs
Got pain in my eyes, ain't doin' no cryin'
In foreign, I drop the top, feel like I'm flyin'
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Songwriters: Sterling Pennix
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