Paroles de la chanson Good Boy par Hoodrich Pablo Juan

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Paroles de la chanson Good Boy par Hoodrich Pablo Juan

D. Sims

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Trap out the house, made the bricks and the bales (Trap)
Junkies keep coming, I fucked up my doorbell (Fucked up my doorbell)
Bitch, I'm the plug, I fell in love with clientele (Plug)
It ain't in my blood, I could never tell (Hell nah)
Weigh up the dope, I need another scale (Dope)
Pray to Allah I don't go back to jail (Pray to Allah)
Fuck that, plug just sent 'em in the mail (Fuck that)

Can't front you no dope, I ain't taking no L (Hell nah)
Next to the door with that Draco (Draco)
Migo on Southside and ClayCo (Migo)
Bags of the gas in that truckload (Boop, boop)
All of my niggas, they cutthroat (All of my niggas)
Take out the plug for the gusto (Give me that)
Traphouse, I serve out the window (Yeah)
Good boy, nigga, honor roll (Good boy)
Junkies, they comin' like Dominos (Junkies)

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Plug say it's in, he gon' meet me in Montero (Plug)
Come with your cash, this dope ain't for borrow (Come with your money)
Get this shit now, it gon' be gone tomorrow (Get this shit now)

Junkies keep coming, my trap go retardo (Junkies)
Run up, I fire your ass up, I'm an arsenal (Don't do that, my nigga)
Grinding full-time, nigga, you partial (Yeah)
Cuffing them hoes, you like the marshal (Cuffing them hoes)
Two-tone Audemar lookin' like Garfield (Damn)
Sippin' on lean while I'm whipping up dope (Lean, dope)
Dracos and Glocks, we ready for shootout (Dracos and Glocks)
Tryna get front in the trap, get out (Get the fuck out)
Middleman, you ain't no plug, sit down (Sit your ass down)
Take out the plug for the work, get down (Give me that shit)
I grew around nothin' but junkies and gun sounds (Junkies and gun sounds)

Run up on me, guarantee you get gunned down
Dope boy fresh, so that bitch wanna fuck now (Dope boy fresh)
Can't go to sleep when that pack finna touch down
Serve you gas bags but the exotic bustdown
Had to stay down, we done came up now
I ain't been broke since the plug been found
Pablo Juan, bitch, a new chef in town
Five hundred thousand, I bury it in the ground
Get them bales in and I won't make a sound
Switch up the spot when 12 shut it down (Fuck 12)

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Trap out the house, made the bricks and the bales (Trap)
Junkies keep coming, I fucked up my doorbell (Fucked up my doorbell)
Bitch, I'm the plug, I fell in love with clientele (Plug)

It ain't in my blood, I could never tell (Hell nah)
Weigh up the dope, I need another scale (Dope)
Pray to Allah I don't go back to jail (Pray to Allah)
Fuck that, plug just sent 'em in the mail (Fuck that)
Can't front you no dope, I ain't taking no L (Hell nah)
Next to the door with that Draco (Draco)
Migo on Southside and ClayCo (Migo)
Bags of the gas in that truckload (Boop, boop)
All of my niggas, they cutthroat (All of my niggas)
Take out the plug for the gusto (Give me that)
Traphouse, I serve out the window (Yeah)
Good boy, nigga, honor roll (Good boy)
Junkies, they comin' like Dominos (Junkies)

[MPR Tito]
He sent me the bags and I get 'em (Send me that shit)
Settle for thirteen? Oh, that's backwards, yeah (For the low)
Rich Blood shit, catchin' plays in the field (Rich blood)
Money gettin' low so I press up some Percs (Press up the pills)
Give me the pot and the fork and I'll finish (Give me the pot)
Catch a good boy and I'll strip him (I'll strip his ass)
Sit in the trap and I remix a brick (Remix his ass, huh)
All of this ice, bitch, I look like a lick (Ice)
I sit in the trap and I'm rockin' these Loubs (Rockin' these Loubs)

All of you niggas is food (Eat)
All of this ice, bitch, you think that I'm cool (You think that I'm cool)
Catch your ass slippin', I draw down my tool (Quickdraw, yeah)
Y'all niggas is pussies, y'all niggas is hoes (Hoes)
Got more pills than a pharmacy store (On Blood, yeah)
I'm robbin' bareface so you know that it's Tito (Know that it's Tito)
Got me a Rollie, it equals a cameo (Rollie)
40 in the holster, I'm thinkin' I'm legal (let's go)
Old school dope money, went and got a Regal (Old school dope)
Sat down with the plug, ate brunch, just chips (Migo)

Cash App the money, I ship you the reefer (Send you that shit)
I'm swingin' the door and it fucked up my hinges (Swingin' the door)
Yeah, my niggas still pull up for midget (Yeah, mid)
If rap don't work, then I'm all in your trap (Yeah, yeah)
We swinging the door with the Draco, no tap (Tito)

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Trap out the house, made the bricks and the bales (Trap)
Junkies keep coming, I fucked up my doorbell (Fucked up my doorbell)
Bitch, I'm the plug, I fell in love with clientele (Plug)

It ain't in my blood, I could never tell (Hell nah)
Weigh up the dope, I need another scale (Dope)
Pray to Allah I don't go back to jail (Pray to Allah)
Fuck that, plug just sent 'em in the mail (Fuck that)
Can't front you no dope, I ain't taking no L (Hell nah)
Next to the door with that Draco (Draco)
Migo on Southside and ClayCo (Migo)
Bags of the gas in that truckload (Boop, boop)
All of my niggas, they cutthroat (All of my niggas)
Take out the plug for the gusto (Give me that)
Traphouse, I serve out the window (Yeah)
Good boy, nigga, honor roll (Good boy)
Junkies, they comin' like Dominos (Junkies)

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