Lyrics:
as black as a African
But they call her American
Very thin yeah she be messing
Around with married men
When he comes home
She's never asking him where he
솔까 지금 돈 관심 없고 알지도 못해 내 시세
1위 해 봤자 동네 노래방 맥주 까고 막춤
걔네 랩 던지면 잡혀 내 팬들하고도 삐까 CHU
Now bring it back, bring it back 또 도진 초심병
금방의 실수는 신의 계획이라 고치고
다시 또
Bring me two turkeys back like it's Thanksgiving
That's how we do in Texas my nigga, so how you livin'
Up in the game since the early 90's
Never sleep
I’ll make your boyfriend dobale
Dobale, I’ll make your ex man Dobale
Kilonse girl come back here and bring your boyfriend make him Dobale
Dobale d d d d
the sign of the times like hand gestures
And no matter, where in the world, in Rome I get the money and always bring it back to
This, happy home
This,
a lady and you let him be the man
Number six: Know how to put
It down in the kitchen
When he bring it home you gotta
Have a good meal fixed
Seven, this
bring it home you gotta have a good meal fixed
Seven, this rule is so underrated, gotta keep your feelings and your money separated
It's okay to let him
Shake your head and
Say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole
On my way home i'm on my way home
I just got lost, on my way home again and
I'm in cold LA i'm in Dallas, Texas
I'm back in South Florida, I feel
drag him straight down to the reaper
Call the paul bearers, bring a bible tell the preacher
Test me, double dare ya', I heard God he want to meet ya'
Get
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
Pop the trunk who's the kid?
You really had to buck him?
You couldn't just snuff him?
Yo he had to lose his wig?
Fuck you bring him here for?
What you
to tell him that she loved him
And she hung up the phone singin'
Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family,
On the street with the chrome
So you won't make it home
I be killin MC by the bunches
I'm be the one that droppin
All them deadly punches
[2x]
[Knightowl]
I'm
boy
[Verse 1-DJ Paul:]
Now as I run through tha trees with my infiltry
I got my M16 and my artilary
I got my full blooded soldiers in tha back
this.
{DJ Paul}
y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch.
y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with
the back
But Shawty with you, it be different, that's facts
Tell me that you wasn't spendin' no money with him
But when you with me, we blowin' racks
Fuckin'
a genius! Tell him
About your invention idea, baby!
KIM: Ok, uh you know how the people who
Wash your clothes sometimes have to go home
But you have a top
7-elevens
Gettin' my gas, short hand encounters
Slidin' convenience across them counters
Come home again, is that what they mean by Heaven
Well here I am,
and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
Get up,
phone
Look, nigga, I ain't rich, I did some shit that I just wish I'd take it back
Borrowed my heart, but nigga they ain't bring it back
Nigga, I ain't
problem child
Problem ta the devil and his child meow
Any my daughter Psalm a child of God
Ooh and my wifey ga be by my side yea
Ima bring her out no need
a sig
In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain
I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin' who when I spit the whole lead
They
lies over the ocean
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me
Oh, bring back, oh, bring back, oh
Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
Oh, bring back, oh, bring back
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