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where i come from - hoodrich pablo juan lyrics

[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
i whip up the brick with my left arm
my n-gg-s slime, yves saint laurent
go to new york with my n-gg-s, son
i sleep with the chopper, don’t need no alarm
gr-ss and the chickens, it look like a farm
go around the city, i’m dropping off bombs
f-ck up my lick, i’ma cut out your tongue
i’ll be in louis like farrakhan
these n-gg-s couldn’t hang where i come from
everybody strapped where i come from
everybody trap where i come from
911 porsche he got a bomb
everybody on the f-ck sh-t where i come from
gave a bomb to everybody where i come from
everybody shopping where the plug come from
you think they stopped making guns when they made yours?

[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
i went to sleep, cut a leg with the chopper
put one in the head of that yopper
pull up in a porsche 911
go to new york, drop a big bomb
trapper never been good at con
i made auntie put the house in p-wn
left pocket, that notorious
right pocket look like big pun
fn, they shoot like it’s ten guns
hit the trap, i just raise funds
trap or die, n-gg-, this sh-t ain’t fun
i was young when i learned how to shoot a gun
i ain’t never been a son
kicking sh-t, n-gg-, punt
mix hitech, actavis, tussin
grape, cherry, banana fruit punch
i went through the back door, still waiting in the front
my family is strapped like the brady bunch
i put my junkie on the salary
she owe me $800 a month
damier louis swimming trunks
etiquette like i came from france
smelling like yves saint laurent
i got a bad habit only f-cking b-tches once

[verse 2: drugrixh pe$o]
dropped them bricks off in a avalon
plug on the way, know he dropped off a ton
drugrixh, got my name from the slums
trapping on candler, i serve out the bomb
twelve hit the spot, trying to handcuff my arm
send my j’s up to the marathon
i cook it so good, said they here to get numb
i whip with the left, call it home run
all of my n-gg-s, they shooting for fun
keep me the chopper, ain’t no way i’ma run
i’m the connect and your neighborhood plug
i started from scratch with a nic and a gun
stuck in jail, called my girl for the bond
trap on the block, even after the sun
for my young n-gg-, a stupid big bomb
can’t love on no b-tch ’cause the trap ain’t for ’em
i’m just trying to run my money up
the percocet, lean, and a double cup
going to strip clubs and f-ck it up
this trap life, n-gg-, i live with the bomb
when the pack touch down, it’s a home run
’cause a n-gg- trying to rob might get done
with that baby choppa, f&n hand-gun
from the dope hole, n-gg-s straight from the slums

[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
i whip up the brick with my left arm
my n-gg-s slime, yves saint laurent
go to new york with my n-gg-s, son
i sleep with the chopper, don’t need no alarm
gr-ss and the chickens, it look like a farm
go around the city, i’m dropping off bombs
point out my lick, i’ma cut out your tongue
i’ll be in louis like farrakhan
these n-gg-s couldn’t hang where i come from
everybody strapped where i come from
everybody trap where i come from
911 porsche he got a bomb
everybody on the f-ck sh-t where i come from
gave a bomb to everybody where i come from
everybody shopping where the plug come from
you think they stopped making guns when they made yours?

- hoodrich pablo juan lyrics

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