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Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Paid In Full lyrics


Feat : Drugrixh Hect & Gunna

[Chorus: Gunna]
Young Gunna, he came from the South
But I might pull over in the Zone 6
We ride with them Glocks and the sticks
Thuggin' with Pablo done got me hood rich
Forgiato, drop the top off the six
Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp
Them my hours that I pulled me a lick
Burning Audis, we ain't trading out whips
You caught me poppin', helpin' out with the b**h
For my dog, n***as know we wouldn't switch
She s** the balls and my b**h get the clip
I stack it all, get that money like Mitch
With the faucet b**h you know I'ma drip
Too many losses, I ain't pleading the fifth
Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air
Too many choppers, we gon' leave the field

[Verse 1: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Ridin' in an all white Porsche, same color the rewrap
Saint Laurent kicks, ballin' like a peacock
Pull up on your b**h and skeet in her mouth
I'm from the hood, empty Louis pouch
Rich n***a put a safe under the ground
Ten choppers, we got a thousand rounds
Send in that work like it's Chinatown
f** and forget her, I send her to lost and found
The four door coupe, that's an A7 Audi
Real street n***a, I got stripes like the bear
Got a plug for the low, he gon' send it from Cali
Old school, I got dope in my Rally
f**ed that lil b**h just for another addy
My young n***a wildin' out, Nick Cannon
Zone 6, serve you at Tony Valley (1'5)
Pour up an old nine, f** a Natty

[Chorus: Gunna]
Young Gunna, he came from the South
But I might pull over in the Zone 6
We ride with them Glocks and the sticks
Thuggin' with Pablo done got me hood rich
Forgiato, drop the top off the six
Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp
Them my hours that I pulled me a lick
Burning Audis, we ain't trading out whips
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/hoodrich-pablo-juan/rich-hood/paid-in-full.html]
You caught me poppin', helpin' out with the b**h
For my dog, n***as know we wouldn't switch
She s** the balls and my b**h get the clip
I stack it all, get that money like Mitch
With the faucet b**h you know I'ma drip
Too many losses, I ain't pleading the fifth
Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air
Too many choppers, we gon' leave the field

[Verse 2: DrugRixh Hect]
I'm puttin' tax on it, we ain't playin' fair
One call away, we gon' pull up and get it crackin' anywhere
And we in the streets, we ain't seen you there
Got a new chopper, this b**h roll like a wheelchair
f** on your b**h and she tell me you still care
These the new 81's, I'm coppin' every pair
Pull up and air that b**h out and get out of there
I'm having racks in my skinnies and diamonds yeah
These n***as broke, ain't even having bricks fare
I be state to state, I keep a safe everywhere
HoodRich, f** up a check, I got trap fare
Runnin' with me in the 6, you wouldn't last there
Homies on every street, young n***as everywhere
Hit with the shot, got bodies droppin' everywhere
Pull up like secret service, we gon' meet you there
Still on the bullsh**, we ain't playin' fair


[Chorus: Gunna]
Young Gunna, he came from the South
But I might pull over in the Zone 6
We ride with them Glocks and the sticks
Thuggin' with Pablo done got me hood rich
Forgiato, drop the top off the six
Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp
Them my hours that I pulled me a lick
Burning Audis, we ain't trading out whips
You caught me poppin', helpin' out with the b**h
For my dog, n***as know we wouldn't switch
She s** the balls and my b**h get the clip
I stack it all, get that money like Mitch
With the faucet b**h you know I'ma drip
Too many losses, I ain't pleading the fifth
Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air
Too many choppers, we gon' leave the field

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