Lyrics:
I'm going home
And when I wanna go home, I'm going mobile
Well, I'm gonna find a home
And we'll see how it feels
Goin' mobile
Keep me moving
(I've got a mobile phone)
I've got a mobile phone
I've got a mobile phone
Wherever I lay my phone that's my home
I've got a mobile phone
I'm the one that was counted out but now were mobile home rich
yea mobile home rich a way of life yea
Look who blew up out mobile home trap (Trap)
Mobile home... My mobile home.
My mobile home.
I take easy, small, and slow.
I hang around till its time to blow.
I take easy, small, and slow.
Hit me on my mobile phone
Want to know what i'm doing if i'm home
Keep her on a need to know oh oh
Don't need to be all in my business yo oh oh
Im
Fake wood paneling and lots of flowers
Withstands snow hail and windy showers
Wall-to-wall carpets and a built-in oven
Every home is a mobile home
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,
home
So baby lets link up link up
Then we gon drink up drink
Baby can we link up and drink up tonight
So baby lets link up link up
Then we gon drink up
Music is my Mobile Phone
Music is my Mobile Phone
Music is my Mobile Phone
See the frequency that's reaching me and teaching me the tone
I get it I
camera, lord ain't finished with my essay yet
My mind in a different place every night, like a mobile home
Doing all my business from my mobile phone
I'll
when I come home about sun up this mornin'
Well, I detected somethin' mighty strange
Her and the car and the mobile home are gone boys
I was takin' off
when I come home about sun up this mornin'
Well, I detected somethin' mighty strange
Her and the car and the mobile home are gone boys
I was takin' off
fresh
Bad to the bone
If you ain't got a haircut
Draw for your afro comb
Got you car keys and your mobile phone
That's how you get girls to take you home
Yea wooooooo
I want them cuban links them cuban links
I want them cuban links them cuban links
I want them cuban links them cuban links
I want them
Went back home again
This sucks gotta pack up and leave again
Say goodbye to all my friends
Can't say when I'll be there again
It's time now
Went back home again
This sucks gotta pack up and leave again
Say goodbye to all my friends
Can't say when I'll be there again
It's time now
Yo Martin P Babylon is just a song
Dont follow me
hey yo
I'm in my stoner mobile I'm in my stonner mobile
Batman and Robin ain't got shit on me Hey
link link link
Girl I’m trynna link link link
Girl I’m trynna link link link
Girl I’m trynna link link link
You let me slide when you was home
Parents
Uh
(Ten Bones, Ten Phones)
Brodie like a dog, He done got ten bones
Had to link the mobile man we gonna need more phones
All za to the dome, When I
Its its its wee wee motherfucker
mobile home rich
yea
uh huh
I get the bag go run it up
mobile home rich they aint fucking with us
city to city I'm
accommodation
We'll make plans from mobile homes
The slow boat's moving with the tide
Drifting far from shore
It's the nature of this country life
home
Know that she feel alone
She got me flying home
Cherry link Cherry link (Too smooth)
Cherry link Cherry link
Cherry link Cherry link
That’s a gold
ain't down for the drama
Leave your man at home, give a fuck what he think
Save my number in ya phone under sneaky lil link, cuz
When this little piggy
mattress
Tell me really what these niggas on
Niggas living through they mobile phone
We treat that rental like a mobile home
Ain't coming home til money pass
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