HOODRICH
Trust me Danny
Prada shades on, I can't see you
Maserati drop-top, fuck you, okay
Prada shades on I can't see you
Maserati drop-top, love you, okay
Prada shades on I can't see you
Maserati drop-top, fuck you, okay
Prada shades on I can't see you
Maserati drop-top, love you, okay
And the demons, they be tryna talk to me
I just block 'em out with the Louis V
She got two coffee cups but no coffee
This bitch look like a real-life Barbie
Plug be at my door like a Mormon
Rollin' up dope, it's enormous
Gas in her face, yeah she gorgeous
They think that they Scottie then I'm Jordan
Yeah, this song really 'boutta blow
Countin' up bands, I'm on go
Yeah, I'm really 'boutta blow
Countin' up bands, I'm on go
I just drip the sauce and they stop and stare
Running up the guap like a flight of stairs, okay
She do what I say like I double dare
'Cause the way I'm balling it's just unfair, okay
Money coming in like the sweepstakes
Taking what I want 'cause it's my take, okay
I don't want that bitch 'cause she hella fake
Got 'em all jumpin' like a pump fake, okay
Plug be at my door like a Mormon
Rollin' up dope, it's enormous
Gas in her face, yeah she gorgeous
They think that they Scottie then I'm Jordan
Yeah, this song really 'boutta blow
Countin' up bands, I'm on go
Yeah, I'm really 'boutta blow
Countin' up bands, I'm on go
Prada shades on, I can't see you
Maserati drop-top, fuck you, okay
Prada shades on I can't see you
Maserati drop-top, love you, okay
Prada shades on I can't see you
Maserati drop-top, fuck you, okay
Prada shades on I can't see you
Maserati drop-top, love you, okay
Hoodrich, bitch!
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