Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Give It to Em lyrics

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Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Give It to Em lyrics

[Chorus] Ooh, give it to 'em, yeah, give it to 'em Yeah, give it to 'em, ooh, give it to 'em Yeah, give it to 'em, ooh, give it to 'em Give it to 'em, yeah, give it to 'em, ooh Put this sh** on, I'm rockin' designer, I give it to 'em I like a b**h with a fat a**, if she fine I give it to 'em, ooh Fifty round n***a, them bullets ain't mine, I give it to 'em, ooh These n***as ain't got no swag, they lyin', I give it to 'em, ooh [Verse 1] Filthy rich like the sewage Pablo Juan gettin' rich like a Jewish Pullin' up in somethin' foolish I'm the sensei, n***a you just the student Give you a dummy, my trap goin' stupid Shoot up that b**h like I'm Cupid Thirty round stick make him dance like he Uzi Money and power got a n***a groovy Shoot at these n***as like movies Look at my pockets, they filled up with fat knots I'm the one drop off the pack at the trap spot Fire the chopper, lit like a matchbox Give it to 'em, I'm a Balmain mascot She give it to 'em when she got all that a** out Left wrist wet like a boat on a dot I put that lean in my soda pop Ain't no time for that bullsh** on my Rollie watch b**h I'm the plug, I serve the junkies boulder rocks b**h I got elbows, I'm The Rock My young n***a trap like Huey in The Boondocks HoodWolf only come when the goons out Ooh, give it to her, you're a [?] Medic gas, got designer, no Puma Cuddlin' with your lil b**h, I'ma spoon her Hundred thou bust down my wrist and my j**eler Ride with my stick like I don't need a shooter Ooh, look at my ice like a cooler Two-tone Audemar, that's a smoothie Rock nina the judge and I call that b**h Judy Quit actin' gangster, this sh** ain't no movie I'm wearin' VS diamonds, these ain't no rubies Won't go like no ho, you salute me or shoot me [Chorus] Ooh, give it to 'em, yeah, give it to 'em Yeah, give it to 'em, ooh, give it to 'em Yeah, give it to 'em, ooh, give it to 'em Give it to 'em, yeah, give it to 'em, ooh Put this sh** on, I'm rockin' designer, I give it to 'em I like a b**h with a fat a**, if she fine I give it to 'em, ooh Fifty round n***a, them bullets ain't mine, I give it to 'em, ooh These n***as ain't got no swag, they lyin', I give it to 'em [Verse 2] Switchin' my watches, my b**h is the hottest b**h I'm a god and my b**h is a goddess I'm sh**tin' on n***as like I went to the potty Fresh as a b**h like I just caught a body Took the J's money, went and bought me a Masi Parked the b**h right by Lakewood Got the trap rollin' like backwood I know they comin' back, it's that good Just sent auntie to the store f**in' on a lil b**h, I ain't even claiming that ho Rich, I don't want to be famous no more b**h get out my face, I'm geekin' on dope I throw her them racks, get your a** off the floor In winter I pull up in the vert with a mink coat Can't f** with that b**h if she ain't got deepthroat Can't remember the last time a ho told me no Six rings on plus the ice on my toe They don't even know that I used to be poor Tennis chains, tennis chains, four in a row Shoot like a free throw, I ball like a pro Gucci the main out the guard and the Rolls f**in' the b**h, 'bout to slip in her robe Give it to 'em like my heart made of gold Shoot a n***a like the dice, you can't hold I go PeeWee Roscoe with the bankroll I go f** with my migo, the K sold In the bando on Nawfside with Mango I just served me a brick to the gringo n***a called on your number like Bingo My Gucci coat cost me a cinco I'm givin' it to 'em, finito I'm f**in' these hoes, the b**h single [Chorus] Ooh, give it to 'em, yeah, give it to 'em Yeah, give it to 'em, ooh, give it to 'em Yeah, give it to 'em, ooh, give it to 'em Give it to 'em, yeah, give it to 'em, ooh Put this sh** on, I'm rockin' designer, I give it to 'em I like a b**h with a fat a**, if she fine I give it to 'em, ooh Fifty round n***a, them bullets ain't mine, I give it to 'em, ooh These n***as ain't got no swag, they lyin', I give it to 'em

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