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red neck - spiffy global & hoodrich pablo juan lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah
pablo juan, man, hoodrich sh-t
hold up, spiffy on this motherf-cker
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i got some racks in my skinny amiris
vs clarity, see my carats clearly
she want them percs, that x, and them addys
i want the money, multiply and add it
shoppin’ and drippin’, i made that a habit
stay with the hitstick, don’t play no john madden
i walk in, he wearin’ fake chains, he embarr-ssed
i look like i just came from paris
say you get money but barely
claim that you real but you scary
got rings on my hand like i’m married
we had a bond so i hit it like barry
she bad, her -ss is fat, d-mn
flawless my diamonds, they hit like they bam-bam
drop off the pack to your door like the mailman
interior blood, but it’s white, call it redneck

[verse]
rap but i really ballin’ like sheck wes
shawty pulled up on me, she want a percocet
went to the jeweler, bought a set of baguettes
shawty too much, she tryna break her neck
thot b-tch, she like when i hit it from the back
roll up the weed, give no f-ck ’bout that
we don’t police, you ain’t under arrest
money gang, b-tch, we got stacks on deck
357 take his head off his neck
r7, geeked up on xanax, i wrecked that
dope boy fresh like i jumped out saran wrap
catch a p-ssy n-gga, make that n-gga take a cat nap
serve him a slab for that money, no cash app
top notch exotic, don’t f-ck with the bad batch
walk in the spot, where the meds? where the bags at?
hit it and ran off, i smashed and grabbed that

[chorus]
i got some racks in my skinny amiris
vs clarity, see my carats clearly
she want them percs, that x, and them addys
i want the money, multiply and add it
shoppin’ and drippin’, i made that a habit
stay with the hitstick, don’t play no john madden
i walk in, he wearin’ fake chains, he embarr-ssed
i look like i just came from paris
say you get money but barely
claim that you real but you scary
got rings on my hand like i’m married
we had the ball so i hit it like barry
she bad, her -ss is fat, d-mn
flawless my diamonds, they hit like they bam-bam
drop off the pack to your door like the mailman
interior blood, but it’s white, call it redneck

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