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Hoodrich Pablo Juan – “This Fly” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Hoodrich Pablo Juan - This Fly (prod. Ronny J)

Throwback to the “THIS FLY” track by American rapper, Hoodrich Pablo Juan, produced by Ronny J. Watch the video listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Hoodrich Pablo Juan This Fly
Hoodrich Pablo Juan This Fly

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – This Fly (prod. Ronny J)

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[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus]
Roll up the weed, I’m tryna get high
I can’t lie, I’on know a nigga this fly
Cartier lens, they gon’ cover my eye
Never turned fake, I swear I’d rather die
I’on trust nobody so I sleep with one eye
He ain’t in the gang, he hatin’ from the side
Call up the gang and they ready to slide
I be outside, I’on know how to hide
Handle my business like I wear a tie
Nigga, you burnt out, you fried, cut that bitch off, divide
My Diors too tight, I had went up a size
Whoever told you I ain’t gettin’ money, they lied
He hatin’, can’t work, I can’t knock you for tryin’
I get her wet then I go up her thighs
Got pain in my eyes, ain’t doin’ no cryin’
In a foreign, I drop the top, feel like I’m flyin’ (Yeah)

[Verse]
Yeah, bad bitch on my elbow, nigga, let the wind blow
You a police ass nigga, call Winslow
Try to tell the police that I got it for the low
Fuck nigga, we don’t beef ’bout no ho
Ridin’ Hellcat on the lean, drive slow
You ain’t gotta ask, you know it’s gelato
Just tryna smash on that thot, that ain’t my ho
I bought a brick, so why you think they call me Pablo?
[?] was on the move when he ran into a pothole
Whip up the dope in a Pyrex bowl
I do what I want, I’on follow dress codes
Givenchy my toes, blowin’ kush and throwin’ elbows
Fresh as a bitch, I look like I’m from Melrose
Fuck with that white girl, I want me some square hoes
Call me Robin Hood, I shoot a bale like a arrow
Audemar wrist, it’s froze (Audemar)
Jump on the plane with the load
Rich, I ain’t goin’ back broke no more
Fuck it, I walk in and buy the whole store
I think I’m the shit in my Christian Dior
Cut off the peons, you pissin’ me off
I’on believe that shit, sound false
They know I’ma boss every time that I talk, yeah

[Chorus]
Roll up the weed, I’m tryna get high
I can’t lie, I’on know a nigga this fly
Cartier lens, they gon’ cover my eye
Never turned fake, I swear I’d rather die
I’on trust nobody so I sleep with one eye
He ain’t in the gang, he hatin’ from the side
Call up the gang and they ready to slide
I be outside, I’on know how to hide
Handle my business like I wear a tie
Nigga, you burnt out, you fried, cut that bitch off, divide
My Diors too tight, I had went up a size
Whoever told you I ain’t gettin’ money, they lied
He hatin’, can’t work, I can’t knock you for tryin’
I get her wet then I go up her thighs
Got pain in my eyes, ain’t doin’ no cryin’
In a foreign, I drop the top, feel like I’m flyin’

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