We Don't Luv Em Lyrics - 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 

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 back 

Bad bitch and her ass fat 

Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch 

On the Xans, I might crash that 

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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 L, 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 

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 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 

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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 back 

Bad bitch and her ass fat 

Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch 

On the Xans, I might crash that 

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 

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 back 

Bad bitch and her ass fat 

Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch 

On the Xans, I might crash that