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Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Zombamafoo (Remix) lyrics


Feat : Lil Uzi Vert

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Chopper on me and you know that b**h folding
Pistol on me and you know that b**h loaded
Living my life just like everything golden
When I say that, I'm talking 'bout the Rollie
n***a talk sh**, put a hole in him slowly
Then I bag his b**h, f** on that b**h slowly
Said you getting money, then you gotta show me
Know I'm a VLone Thug b**h, I'm so lonely
Check it out, diamonds shine in the dark
Water ring look like VOSS
f** her once, break her heart
Skate on that girl like my name Tony Hawk
Had the swag from the start, had the sh** in my car
Don't got, aim with the Moss-
Berg, so cold that my watch made me cough
I ain't never took a loss, keep it a hundred, of course
I pulled out that Lamb, no Honda Accord
I'll f** your b**h and then I'll hit record
I'll took the xan, then I'll hit the snore
Walk on the dead, b**h I trip on the corpse
Counting the bands, but y'all mentioning Forbes
It felt like just yesterday, I was poor
Wake up, I'm swaggin' in Christian Dior

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm dressing like I was Zoboomafoo
Got lions and snakes on my Gucci shoes
Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a blunt or two
Your b**h wanna f** when she come through
Sensei busting up bricks, I do kung-fu
Good aim when shooting, I'm hunting you
Caught a cold from my ice, ah-choo
All black Ghost pull up, peek-a-boo
I'm smoking that platinum cookies, that's the best
I got the juice, I pour up that Hitech
Four pockets full, looking like thigh pads
Talking that gangsta sh**, no, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich
I keep the strap in my Louie bag
f** on your b**h, give her back, I'm through with that
Filthy rich like the sewer, don't hang with no rats
Designer my fashion, I'm still sipping Act

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[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got them cookies, they fresh out the oven
Juuging and packing, I'm making sh** double
Four in the 20, I like my sh** muddy
f** on that hoe, then I call up her buddy
Rich n***a status, I keep the strap on me
My red bottoms made from the hair of a pony
My young n***as murking, they scared to be opponents
Talking that f** sh**, we pulling right up on it
That pint don't come sealed, n***a, I don't want it
I trap out the bando, n***a, like it's haunted
HoodWolf, leave me with the junkies in the dungeon
I still serve a n***a a bale of the onion
Better go ask your b**h, I've been getting money
Real Candler Road n***a, you the [?]
I gotta meet the plug way out in Conyers
I got the paper like folder dividers
Buy the work, no cosigners
Real street n***a, I ain't taking no dummies
Can't get it the way we trying, n***a, you'll die
I can seen a n***a acting like me, stop lying
I'm Pablo the Plug, you ain't sold a dime
I'm in the concrete jungle with the lions
I need the pints, n***a, I don't buy lines
When I get bricks, yeah, I'm paying for mine
360 ring, why the f** would I sign?

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm dressing like I was Zoboomafoo
Got lions and snakes on my Gucci shoes
Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a blunt or two
Your b**h wanna f** when she come through
Sensei busting up bricks, I do kung-fu
Good aim when shooting, I'm hunting you
Caught a cold from my ice, ah-choo
All black Ghost pull up, peek-a-boo
I'm smoking that platinum cookies, that's the best
I got the juice, I pour up that Hitech
Four pockets full, looking like thigh pads
Talking that gangsta sh**, no, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich
I keep the strap in my Louie bag
f** on your b**h, give her back, I'm through with that
Filthy rich like the sewer, don't hang with no rats
Designer my fashion, I'm still sipping Act

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