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chanel swagg - hoodrich pablo juan lyrics

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[intro: gunna]
i just left the lot, i bought a new jag
come check out my b-tch, she got chanel swag
i look in my bag, i got some blue cash

[chorus: gunna & shad da god]
i just left the lot, i got a new jag
go check out my b-tch, she got chanel swag
i look in my bag, i got some blue cash
karats in my wrist and she like, “i just wanna see them
i just wanna touch on you, your backwoods look like three grams”
rose gold [?]
flexing with that hitech, b-tch
trap out that spot, that’s drugrixh
plug fare, that’s hoodrich

[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
flexing too hard, f-cked up my torso
f-cked in her mouth, she got that sore throat
balmain boots, jeans, and a fur coat
thugging immigrant, you know me with pure croat
juuging, they come with a barcode
i won’t slip over the wire like marlow
i put your b-tch in my bio
we pouring up lean like it’s cinco de mayo
foreign red b-tch, just like the hitech
i can’t f-ck unless the p-ssy wet
i got some snakes on my shoes
i got a hundred in jewels
i got her wet like a cruise
i got a 20, all blues
born to win, we’ll never lose
pouring up lean i got the juice

[chorus: gunna & shad da god]
i just left the lot, i bought a new jag
go check out my b-tch, she got chanel swag
i look in my bag, i got some blue cash
karats in my wrist and she like, “i just wanna see them
i just wanna touch on you, your backwoods look like three grams”
rose gold [?]
flexing with that hitech, b-tch
trap out that spot, that’s drugrixh
plug fare, that’s hoodrich

[verse 2: ysl duke]
dress and i drip in chanel
giving these broke n-gg-s h-ll
i want a rack, f-ck a jail
sipping on drink, i’m moving like a snail
b-tch, i was 18 years old with a bale
n-gg-s get caught by the law, they gon’ tell
came out that jungle, i run with them shottas, for real
all of my n-gg-s, they worried ’bout a m
been lifting weight, but don’t be in no gym
riding in the backseat, but i’m in a recliner
i changed her up, put my b-tch in designer
b-tch, i’m not stressing, i’m chasing this check
she wanna f-ck, but i only want neck
can’t only f-ck me, gotta run through the set
late for the show, so we hopped on a jet
i just been running it up
i was so down on my luck
now, b-tch, i’m up

[chorus: gunna & shad da god]
i just left the lot, i bought a new jag
go check out my b-tch, she got chanel swag
i look in my bag, i got some blue cash
karats in my wrist and she like, “i just wanna see them
i just wanna touch on you, your backwoods look like three grams”
rose gold [?]
flexing with that hitech, b-tch
trap out that spot, that’s drugrixh
plug fare, that’s hoodrich

[outro: gunna]
i just left the lot, i got a new jag
go check out my b-tch, she got chanel swag
i look in my bag, i got some blue cash

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