Lyrics:
This goin protect you from your fears yea
You wont need a night light
You goin have me right by
Staring like ew i i
Yea ima treat you right right
Treat
[Tyga]
Uh, line full of b-tches
hard fine b-tches
the shit that I'm smokin' got me higher than tuition
wanna know whats goin' on let me paint
So tell your mama don't wait up you gon' be home late
Ay yo I'm trying to have a long night
Long night
'Cause lately all I've been living is short
not home then I'm late
Promise I'll be home by twelve
And even if the house is empty
I promise I'll bring you Pepsi
I got a lot love for you
Yeah,
when you lovin' me
I'm goin' deep, it's the thug in me
So whatchu sayin' girl?
I like what I'm doing to you
(Maybe it's the thug in me)
It's just
on the low
Ain't got no Visine in my eyes please, they already know I'm stoned
Oh yeah, that kick back strong
Put my face in the snow
Got me goin' til'
to the models
Rolling up fat backwoods of gelato
Tell by her smile she feel like she hit the lotto
She a maneater like Nelly Furtado
I’m sorry lil baby I ain’t
up Gs
Like what's yo come up like?
Mama kicked me out no goin home (no goin home)
Ran up them bands I called my blood and hit the road (hit the road)
our blood
Maybe I'm doomed to die the same
I'm goin' mad, goin' mad
From all these sins I have
Goin' mad, goin' mad
From all these sins I have
Goin
life?
Is the future when I'm sleep? So what was last night?
I'm goin' in deep - and you know the Ghost
[Chorus]
{"Alone in the street"} One, two,
goin up like we only here tonight
Only here tonight
Woo
Yeah
I'm wit a shawty she only come out when there's money involved
I'm with the Nina if she get
tryna get down tonight I might be goin' home with you tonight
You tryna get out the club, it's alright Shawty got cake and I'm tryna bite
Tryna bite it
I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history
'Cause I've been
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone (I'm a tellin' you)
Papa was a rolling stone, well
Wherever he laid his
I'm posted by the beach, but I ain't livin' (I ain't livin' right)
I gotta work a 9 to 5 just to see a couple digits
In my bank account, I'm
a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
Fuck the money I'm leavin'
I'm goin' back home after I break
Doin' work all day
Where you at? Where you goin'? Tryna get home safe
Uh, yeah they know where I came from, okay
Put my hood on like I'm Trayvon,
I gotta put my niggas on
I've been grinding by myself like Culkin off of Home Alone
I'm up like I took an adderall, I swear I'm in my zone
I'm in
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin
sumpin' home
[Chorus]
Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say)
And if you
weed
Drive-bys every day
Wonder what's goin' on
Here outside wit my muthafuckin' A.K.
Woah, what I'm gonna do when it's cold outside?
Ha, oh, woah
I’m off the Hennessy,
I got more drive than my Car loan
I’m with the homies on warzone
Them niggas smoking that home grown
Dead by daylight them killers
and you know what I'm sayin KB probably rummin around here gettin some
haah tot tot tot tot tot [funny noize]
You know what it is [laugh]
My niggas we bout
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