Fine Fine - HoodRich Pablo Juan: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

HoodRich Pablo Juan

Fine Fine

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Fine Fine adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Mony Powr RSpt / Hoodrich / EMPIRE tarafından 19 Temmuz 2024 tarihinde yayınlandıHOOD

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümHOOD

Çıkış Tarihi19 Temmuz 2024

FirmaMony Powr RSpt / Hoodrich / EMPIRE

LanguageEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM137

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

HoodRich Pablo Juan

HoodRich Pablo Juan

Performer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DJ Champ

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

Huh

(Yeah, eat it up Champ, eat it up)

Real championship right here man

These **** can't stop the champ, man, you know what's going on

Let's go

Thought it was over, I'm back on they head

They thought it was over, I'm still on the meds

Four pockets full of that money, like Cede

Gun with the pencil and it got lead

Trapping all day, we ain't going to bed

Don't ask me for shit, who talks to the bed?

Draw with the sticks, how you want to play it?

Broke ****, you already dead

Bad bitch with me, she fine, fine

****, get from 'round, don't waste my time

Counting up money, you worry about mine

Before I go broke, I break it all down in dimes

You ain't talking bout money, you wasting my time

This Dior not fit applying, when I left, had the dick on her mind

Getting the money, ain't wasting no time

Beat up the trap and the pussy like champion (Hood)

Hood ****, she ain't know I was a gentleman

Three bitches, salt, pepper, cinnamon

Claim you a killer, then why I ain't dead?

Walked in the rap game, already fed

Kodak, they flash, I'ma spray it

I said, "Kiss my lawyers or talk to the feds"

You can leave on your drawers, I just want some head

Kickback, watching these **** flex on the internet

When I see 'em, they ain't talking 'bout shit

I'ma feel like a bully, he look like a puppy

I see it in his eyes, he really a bitch

I came up stealing and trapping for shit

Rich in the hoods and apartments and Vick

You was a doorman, the rap was your fix

Columbia High, I ain't hang with no clique

Can't tell you what to believe, ****, Bad bitches rolling my weed, ****

Came in with the racks, I'ma leave with 'em (Yeah, I'ma leave with 'em)

I hit that pussy like Creed, Gettles

Stuffing these racks in my Amiri denim

Fuck all these ****, I know they ain't with them

Can't treat me like I'm a victim, I'm vivid

I shot at them rappers, I ain't trying to diss them

300 Spartan, got war in my system

Ain't scaring nothing but your fans, fake killers

Spanish bitch with a tan, she vanilla

Ooh, shooters equipped like a Triller

Long live Rocky, forever my ****

Put some respect on it, ****

Shot me a **** on Gresham and went twenty west on that ****

Yeah, you a little specimen, ****

Free Trap Lord, they arrested my ****

Yeah, I get fresher than vegetable, ****

I run up the commas, you a decimal, ****

Bad bitch with me, she fine, fine

****, get from 'round, don't waste my time

Counting up money, you worry about mine

Before I go broke, I break it all down in dimes

You ain't talking bout money, you wasting my time

This Dior not fit applying, when I left, had the dick on her mind

Getting the money, ain't wasting no time

Written by: Hoodrich Pablo Juan

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