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Correct We Don't Luv Em Lyrics
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Hoodrich Pablo Juan
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Correct We Don't Luv Em
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[Intro] 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] The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, potholes 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 Backwoods smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jumped out the 'bach Bad bitch and her ass fat Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that [Verse 1] 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 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 collabbing Bought a mansion way away like a cabin Taking off my swag, I feel like your daddy You a beggar, I'm a hustler I'm the dealer, you the customer Ketchup, 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 busta 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] The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, potholes 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 Backwoods smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jumped out the bach Bad bitch and her ass fat Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that [Verse 2] 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 your bitch, I'ma break her back I'ma fuck on your 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 [Chorus] The money go where I go Smoking on gelato Foreign car swerving, potholes 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 Backwoods smoking, it's fat Dressing like I got a sack I pull up, jumped out the bach Bad bitch and her ass fat Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch On the Xans, I might crash that
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