Lyrics:
home with me
She get it from her momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass
Or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard
dripping overseas
Put my life on DVD
Got the city litty on lock and you can't have the key
Me and JB knew that we was ready for this
Milly rock the block
a look in the mirror
Just in case you need proof
You can come to my house
Just in case you need a roof
We can go ride around
In my infinite coupe
Put this
And with any goodbye
I can only think why
Oh sometimes it's cheesy
But it's not always easy
Always trying to please me
But you only just tease me
By
I promise you that soon the autumn comes to darkened, fading summer skies
Breathe, breathe, breathe
I'm locked in, I can't get thrown off by my
an idiot!
Pick up the phone, come on. I love you.
Lets get in my dad's SUV, And we'll go over to my house,
My crib, my pad. I'll tell my mom to go
a mami standing by me, ass like Selena (yeah)
Hit her from the back, make the girl sing like Rosalia (yeah)
She wanna go to Dubai, you don't own a visa
I feel like a dime peace
She call me lil daddy then she drop the addy
New watch, let it twist a dvd
Bad bitch like we acting, i ball like i'm madden
My life a dvd, I watch it play right before me
The quality a little fuzzy I'm lacking hd
The thought of thinking, now I got the fucking heeby jeebs
home, et wanna go home
I’m Overwhelmed, so many thoughts that I can’t tell, apart reality from insanity, am in hell?
Heart of stone, never trust
a DVD
The shit that we see daily
You see it on BBC
It's getting easy
I might make a whole EP
I'm in the public eye
But I'm tryna move lowkey
I'm
to see
Niggas pussy won't see me with me
Niggas got beef they can leave it to me
My niggas shoot shit no DVD
No TNT we ain't shooting scenes
3 shots 2
on trap, I'm on ground
Where's my crown
We get it, we gotta go
Fucked up on the block, we get
Fucked up in the spot, we get
Fucked up in the car, all these
Uh uhh, Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip)
I'm hoppin out in a Fendi suit, I got DVD's in my Bentley Coupe
I got hoes that's 22; they buy me clothes and tennis
nigga
Slow to a bag take your time ass nigga
If he playing with me "can't find that nigga"
Oh my god bitch c'est la vie
We make movies, DVD
Shit ain't PG
through
I'm freein' you with knowledge
Of G-O-D in you
Foot soldiers, let's go - we got this
The freedom to be really you
That's what hip-hop is
What can
everything by hand
With books and wells
We could color with crayons
We could put together puzzles
We could read about triumphs
We could read about struggles
I feel so old
You know the clock
Grandfather the clock
You gotta watch
The things you perceive
You can't believe
My cell phone
My new dvd
nigga act like a ho
Tell him my FN turn exes to O's (brrt)
We can just see where it go
My lil' baby get high, ayy
She off two tens, she living like
Danger, tell these babies there's no
Space in the manger anybody get rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by
Yeah
Something has to be said
Uh
Somebody tell me something
Whats up?
That it's on right now and we about to let off
And that the industry is
the change to the clothes, don't leave games to these hoes
They just hop in the Range and we go
Switching lanes, baby, don't give me brains on the low
Never
The life that I live 3D, the shit that you see on TV
I say that I live my movie, I might make a DVD
The shit that we see daily, you see on the BBC
It's
shit
You can't fit in that life if you ain't fit
Talkin' track to make a track go bangin' back through places packed
Take her back to break her back
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