We Dont Luv Em ( versi remix ) Lyrics – Gucci Mane, Hoodrich Pablo Juan
Singer: Gucci Mane, Hoodrich Pablo Juan
Title: We Dont Luv Em ( versi remix )
Ooh, yeah
Mony, Powr, Rspt n#gg#
It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?
Everybody getting money, n#gg#
Yeah, Pablo Juan
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, potholes
Bad b#tch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as f#ck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ‘Cause we don’t love ’em
f#ck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwoods smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jumped out the back
Bad b#tch and her #ss fat
Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that
Car got gadgets, my b#tches got asses
Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
I always stay with assassins
I’m always late with the fashion
Teacher gave me an L, that’s fantastic
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing
I got the Louis V, Supreme collabbing
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking off my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I’m a hustler
I’m the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, little n#gg#, I’m mustard
Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain’t never really trust you
Knew I should’ve never trust you
You ain’t real, you a busta
These n#gg#s was always sus
These n#gg#s start snitching for nothing
These n#gg#s wanna live by the gun
Guess what? You gon’ get what you want
El Patrón, n#gg#, I want a ton
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, potholes
Bad b#tch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as f#ck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ‘Cause we don’t love ’em
f#ck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwoods smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jumped out the back
Bad b#tch and her #ss fat
Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that
Pull up on you, just send me the addy
Bad b#tch call me daddy
Xan, Perc, and a Addy
I really wanna f#ck a Kardashian
I like a freaky b#tch that’s gon’ suck it
I just be kicking sh#t like it was rugby
Hell no, baby, don’t call me hubby
f#ck you thought, baby? We was just f#cking
Ooh, I’m back to the trap and I’m serving that
I done got me a sack like a running back
Two pints of Hi-Tech and a eighth of Ac’
I’ma f#ck on your b#tch, I’ma break her back
I’ma f#ck on your b#tch, I’ma give her back
I got two b#tches playing Pitty Pat
I just do it like the Nike check
My neck froze, got a ice attack
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, potholes
Bad b#tch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon’ bust it
She thick as f#ck, I’m lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? ‘Cause we don’t love ’em
f#ck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwoods smoking, it’s fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jumped out the back
Bad b#tch and her #ss fat
Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that
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