We Don't Luv Em (Explicit)

We Don't Luv Em (Explicit) - HoodRich Pablo Juan

Ooh yeah

Mony powr rspt n***a

It's a money set you know what I'm saying

Everybody getting money n***a

Yeah Pablo Juan

The money go where I go

Smoking on gelato

Foreign car swerving potholes

Bad b***h she from Chicago

She freaky she gon' bust it

She thick as f**k I'm lusting

I got her from my cousin

So what 'cause we don't love 'em

F**k 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 b***h and her a*s fat

Four-door coupe it got a hatch

On the xans I might crash that

Car got gadgets my b***hes 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 n***a 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 n***as was always sus

These n***as start snitching for nothing

These n***as wanna live by the gun

Guess what you gon' get what you want

El Patrón n***a I want a ton

The money go where I go

Smoking on gelato

Foreign car swerving potholes

Bad b***h she from Chicago

She freaky she gon' bust it

She thick as f**k I'm lusting

I got her from my cousin

So what 'cause we don't love 'em

F**k 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 b***h and her a*s 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 b***h call me daddy

Xan perc and a addy

I really wanna f**k a Kardashian

I like a freaky b***h that's gon' suck it

I just be kicking s**t like it was rugby

Hell no baby don't call me hubby

F**k you thought baby we was just f**king

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 f**k on your b***h I'ma break her back

I'ma f**k on your b***h I'ma give her back

I got two b***hes 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 b***h she from Chicago

She freaky she gon' bust it

She thick as f**k I'm lusting

I got her from my cousin

So what 'cause we don't love 'em

F**k 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 b***h and her a*s fat

Four-door coupe it got a hatch

On the xans I might crash that