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Paroles de la chanson Minute Maid par Hoodrich Pablo Juan

Yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go
Pablo Juan, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
Money Plugs and Guns shit, nigga
Ronny J, please turn me up (Hood)

Got bands like it's a parade (Bands)
I jugg out that pack 'fore I go hit the stage (Jugg, let's go)
I ride in the four-door, I fill it with K's (Skrrt)
I fucked that bitch once, she ain't nothin' but a phase (Fucked that bitch once, yeah)
I came out the trap, they amazed (Pablo Juan)
They thought I wouldn't make it, I put it in they face (Thought I wouldn't make it, hah)

I went to the plug, said I need me a raise (Plug)
I'm tryna see how they kill 'em without catchin' a case (Bah, bah, bah)
I chop off the top and I ride Minute Maid
Ooh, my bitch, she got ass for days (My bitch, she got ass)
I'm dead fresh like I jumped out the grave (Fresh)
All kind of dope in the trap like a raid (All kind of dope)
I blew up, pull the pin out the grenade (Boom)
Graduated in the trap with all A's
Got flowers all on me like I was a vase (Got flowers)
I'm pullin' the strings like I'm tyin' my lace (Pullin' the strings)
I double the rate if he shot in the face (Double the rate)

Build up my muscle from spinach like Popeye
Rollie Arabian, Inshallah
Bankroll in colors, they lookin' like tie-dye (Tie-dye)
Fuck your baby mama and she callin' me dada
Pull up in foreign, I jump out with four-fives (Four fives)
Scope on the chopper, I only need one eye (One eye)
Shit on niggas like E. coli (Shit on niggas)
Money machine, calculate, I'm a robot (On God)
If they ain't pay me, then I ain't gon' go out (Ain't goin' nowhere)
Runnin' your mouth 'bout some shit you don't know about (Shh)
Drippin' on niggas, walk in with the pole out
Shoot with the magazine, ain't talkin' rollout (Brrat)

When I'm done with that bitch, you can get her right back (Get her right back)
They mad 'cause I run it up, they overlap (I run it up)
I put a hole in his neck, he ain't show no respect (Hole in his neck)
I'm player like cards, I'm straight out the deck (Straight out the deck)
She give me that brain, that intellect (Intellect)
He really a bitch but he pop on the internet (Really a bitch, nigga)
Dressin' on niggas like vinaigrette (Dresssin' on niggas)
Got that dick on the Glock and it wanna have sex (Dick on the Glock)
No flex, I bought some brand new baguettes (No flex)

Run up on me and get popped like a Percocet (Don't do that, my nigga)
I been a boss and I know where you workin' at (I been a boss)
Stay 'way from broke, I'm allergic to that (I'm allergic)

Got bands like it's a parade (Bands)
I jugg out that pack 'fore I go hit the stage (Jugg, let's go)
I ride in the four-door, I fill it with K's (Skrrt)
I fucked that bitch once, she ain't nothin' but a phase (Fucked that bitch once, yeah)
I came out the trap, they amazed (Pablo Juan)
They thought I wouldn't make it, I put it in they face (Thought I wouldn't make it, hah)
I went to the plug, said I need me a raise (Plug)

I'm tryna see how they kill 'em without catchin' a case (Bah, bah, bah)
I chop off the top and I ride Minute Maid
Ooh, my bitch, she got ass for days (My bitch, she got ass)
I'm dead fresh like I jumped out the grave (Fresh)
All kind of dope in the trap like a raid (All kind of dope)
I blew up, pull the pin out the grenade (Boom)
Graduated in the trap with all A's
Got flowers all on me like I was a vase (Got flowers)
I'm pullin' the strings like I'm tyin' my lace (Pullin' the strings)
I double the rate if he shot in the face (Double the rate)

I'm gone, you niggas ain't even near me
Tryna stuff fifty racks in Amiris
Gotta take it to trial, say fuck the jury
I was dead broke, I found a plug to cure me (I found a plug)
Straight out of Jeffrey's, my swag pack pure
Smokin' out the can, West Coast Cure (West Coast Cure)
You not a leader, you just cheer
Scared of heights but I'm up, I'm facin' my fears (I'm up)
Best dressed, I been fresh all year (Fresh all year)
Hunt all the opps down like they was deer (Hunt all the opps)
Pull up on niggas, I turn 'em to owls (Who?)
Quarter pounder like McDonald's, no smiles
Plain jane, but I iced out the dial (Iced out)

It ain't no ref out here, gotta play foul (It ain't no ref)
Pull out, I'm drippin', I need me a towel (Drip, drip)
Fuck 'bout no beef, I can eat me a cow
Dump with a hundred round drum, that's a bullet shower (Frrat, boom)
I thought he was tough, you ain't nothin' but a coward
Get some brain from a bitch from DC, that that Howard
They wanna catch me slippin', but I won't allow it
Smellin' like Dove, I'm fresh like some Downy
Got a Glock with a dub when I'm in Clayton County (Glock with a dub)
Countin' bankrolls in the trap where they found me

Started with nicks and I came up off ounces

Got bands like it's a parade (Bands)
I jugg out that pack 'fore I go hit the stage (Jugg, let's go)
I ride in the four-door, I fill it with K's (Skrrt)
I fucked that bitch once, she ain't nothin' but a phase (Fucked that bitch once, yeah)
I came out the trap, they amazed (Pablo Juan)
They thought I wouldn't make it, I put it in they face (Thought I wouldn't make it, hah)
I went to the plug, said I need me a raise (Plug)
I'm tryna see how they kill 'em without catchin' a case (Bah, bah, bah)
I chop off the top and I ride Minute Maid
Ooh, my bitch, she got ass for days (My bitch, she got ass)
I'm dead fresh like I jumped out the grave (Fresh)
All kind of dope in the trap like a raid (All kind of dope)
I blew up, pull the pin out the grenade (Boom)
Graduated in the trap with all A's
Got flowers all on me like I was a vase (Got flowers)
I'm pullin' the strings like I'm tyin' my lace (Pullin' the strings)
I double the rate if he shot in the face (Double the rate)

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