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50 x 2 Lyrics - Artist : HoodRich Pablo Juan
(Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up)
Pablo, yeah, yeah Fifty times two, that's a hundred Bustin' down traps, I done done it Dior my runners, no running Unless I'm chasing that money Designer drugs, this shit in me and on me Thick bitch, I can see that she want me Racks on racks, go get that money Catchin' the pack like I'm Hoodrich Owens Had to cut 'em off, they act like an arm Bales in, I ring the alarm Grass and chickens like we got a farm Catch him stealing, gotta cut off his arm Keep the prawns, gotta stack up the coins Get on my nerves, she really annoying She tried to curve me, I hit a home run No flipping burgers, we prayed to get on I know these niggas, they hate that I'm on Got it on my own, I can't get a loan Flawless stones, it's an ice cream cone Can't fuck in the car, so she gave me some dome Chrome Heart, rocking white gold Cuban with water like I'm on a boat Ass fat, working that pole Shorty a freak and don't ask how I know He got dope white, all white load Young nigga solid, he stick to the code He gon' put money first, fuck 'bout no ho Dracos, extendos, you know we got those Fifty times two, that's a hundred Bustin' down traps, I done done it Dior my runners, no running Unless I'm chasing that money Designer drugs, this shit in me and on me Thick bitch, I can see that she want me Racks on racks, go get that money Catchin' the pack like I'm Hoodrich Owens Had to cut 'em off, they act like an arm Bales in, I ring the alarm Grass and chickens like we got a farm Catch him stealing, gotta cut off his arm |
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