Lyrics:
the secrets of your soul
Home at last
Home at last
Come and take your shoes off by the fire
Were the roads so cracked and bruised
And was the sun too hot
rookie and the vet? uh woah
She said she want a dude who can flex, hoe
Too hot like the Bengay
Hella pendants, iced out on a Wednesday
Came home, got
Too many Public officials, doing business in private
We hear you loud and clear
And we refuse to be silent
The trauma centers new but we been use
a dick too, make me come fast
I like them modelin' bitches, I love them swallowin' bitches
Where them hoes, there they at, I'm 'bout to follow them
a dick too, make me come fast
I like them modelin' bitches, I love them swallowin' bitches
Where them hoes, there they at, I'm 'bout to follow them
was tired and awake for some time
Then my lights hit a welcoming sign
It said if you're alone
You can make this your home
If you want to, ow
hot tub, everyday
The player way, the player way
Now on, on, break o' dawn, can't stop, I'm too hot
Look shit, my niggas rock, hype man be in
rather it if we walked on the beach
The waves are blue just like your eyes
When you come by, like a tide I rise
That smile's nice but its not for me
My
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
Why you blowin' up my spot?
I need to leave you 'lone
And you make it way too hot, I
Can't come to the phone
Why you passin' by my job?
I
the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do
York, New York, my endless home, my endless home
It's 3 AM, the river's gliding by
You might even look up and see the sky
But the number she gave you it
cause its légal
South of France hot yeah its peaceful
Sunscreen tits out top see through
FL came by to see you
Uh
So let me do it big
Let me pull up
nights I never came home. Do not disturb, stop calling my phone
Leave me alone, I don't need you, just go. I'm good on my own, trust me, I'm good by my
her
She ain't goin home with you
I spit bars when I'm chosen to
Gonna make that last like frozen food
Be the best in the world I'm hopin too, it's
a backed up toilet
Yuck mouth
Couldn't sanitize it if you boiled it
Hot mess
I'm looking like your sheets after you soil it
Too slick with my rhyme scheme
I
Spread in the city I'm plumin'
Boy you got me hot, fumin'
We all make mistakes we human
Yo, I'm playing shows, getting paid by the fistful
Talk cheap
me the torch
Cut to the scene where I fucking know you
She’s like “I know the man too”
I’m like “bullshit”
You ain’t no home grown chick
Just want that
I was dreaming last night
The moon was high
I kept looking back but she caught me by surprise
(Hot Blood)
I was thinking bout my baby right before I
Trap spot hot that's the brick house
Got a new bitch she a brick house
Homie came home from the big house
Gave the man keys to a big house
We wake up
will you ride by my side
By my side
Sunshine in the air got me feeling so hot that I don't care
I could wake up in the morning or the night
Yea I could
the sun next to my hot tub
To remind myself why I bought the home in the first place
I looked off at the pines off in the foothills and called my friend
nigga
I ain't finished talkin' 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns
I'm
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