Lyrics:
(Shine) I'mma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) Don't know when I'm coming home
(Shine) Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) My life is the shit
I'mma Hot Boy
homes
And giving 'em drugs
Then I'll get justice, take a
Dump in his home, just to show him that it
Ain't right that he's white
And I'm getting hooked
her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Nina and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Set her on the way
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Swerve
Swerve
I just had to swerve round the van
Had to make it to the stu by 3
Push start brand new whip
Driving while I’m looking for the keys
Baby
garden
(Home)
'Round the fire with my friends
(Home)
The greeting from my dog
(Home)
When I go
(Home)
When I was a lost boy
(Home)
I started believing
on the telephone, who said my God, I'm so upset
The boy left home naked this morning, all he took was the TV set
And the sister picked up the extension and she said
home (big bag)
take take take that big bag home (big big big bag)
take that big bag home (take take big bag) take take take that big bag home
work it
Just know you bound to attract a billion stares
I came home it must be Halloween
The way these niggas scary
They cant take the heat inside that kitchen
boots on
Workin' like hell 'til the dinner bell brings him back home
Blue collar in his blood, backwoods in his bones
No doubt about it that boy's country
make up the home and that's my goal
Boys are back from the Mars,men on back are back
Boys are Back with the bag
We crypting never stop dreaming
Boys are
went to college
That no good son left home
That old mother worked her finger to the bone
And sent that boy to school
She gets on her knee and scrub
dancing in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jail
He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
Brought a brand new Michigan
in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jail
He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge
He
Bosh
Come on England
It's coming home
Let's do it for the pie and mash
3 Lions, come on, boys
It's Phil Foden and it hits the post
What a great
back home be jealous
I gave our camera to Bernie and we stood by the ball and we all gathered
'round and said, "Cheese"
The Bernie ran away with my
back home be jealous
I gave our camera to Bernie and we stood by the ball and we all gathered
'round and said, "Cheese"
The Bernie ran away with my
ol' boy, he'll be coming home soon
I will wait here by his side
'Til he's brave enough to close his eyes
My good ol' boy, he'll be coming home soon
Street, off white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but B.K. Is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on billboard and I brought
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with
Here's that boy Oscar, on that brand new EP
We ain't just on SoundCloud no more man
You have to give it up for that one
Here is an apology
To anybody
Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been through
I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue
These two guys, no three guys, no four, yo, this posse
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