Lyrics:
mug, gotta get my loot up
Bet your bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet your ditch get dug if you ever step up
One by one, I push 'em down, fat
Said my girl hate when i stay out late
Want me come home eat like a dinner plate
But i got Plays to make
Girl i'm going be home late
Yeah Yeah
Be
sleep
Mr. Rippa, I lurk in the Stuy
Twist up the ganja when I wanna get high with my bredren
A buddha session, learn your lesson
Or get blasted by
(ain't told the truth)
I get her gone
Fuck her once, she won't pick up the phone (what?)
I send her home (home)
Give me the dome, give me the dome
When they opened up the strip
I was young and full of zip
I wanted someplace to call my home
And so I made the race
And I staked me out a place
I was gifted
But nothing I was given, so I took my limits
And I pushed to get it, been through hell
I was sinning, said I’d fail but when you hellbent
home
I'm already ready by the time I get there, roll my body on her body, roll my hand in her hair
She bb in her pictures when I in the air
Take
When I ride by, Oh My God when I ride by
Don't sweat these hoes, they come and go
Be running home when money's low
I get chose, different hoes
I wear
just might
Go down and eat it all night
I'mma do your body right, ight
Soon as I get home, I'll be fucking you
Assume the position baby
Soon as I
sweeping, sweeping
But not sleeping or not weeping after I left
So I came back home wondering about her
And she said, hello mister; and when I said, do you
crazy man, I gotta get it right
15 years old I was looking at juvenile life
21, I ain't coming home for a long time
And my bitches steady writing but
That
By the time I was home
I was feeling bad
Never the less I go mine
Straight out of bed
I was feeling my head
But I'm
So, tired I just got
Old Johnny Murray says, "She will die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye"
Tell me, ma, when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
away for long
she calls me on the phone
I jump up when I hear her voice
then I'm alright
'Til my baby comes home
I get weak in the knees
my
something
Like the lines of:
When I get signed, homie, I'mma act a fool
Hit the dance floor
Strobe lights in the room
Snatch your little secretary thing
For
I get mine
My soldier right by side
My fire, you feed it
Give it to me when I need it
I'm all yours, so take me
Good god, this love's amazing
I'm building a home
I'm building a home
It has been a long time without a place called home, the plan is to get the dollars and build a home
I
the title wrong
This the second broken home
Wish that we could get alone
Can't forget about the past
I guess it makes for better songs
Nothing like real
talk under the weather when I stan myself
I feel my clothes all tight
When I roll all nice in the city all night
I get home I just feel embraced in
bright sun
I'm home. Home sweet home
I'm home. Home sweet home
I'll get a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Everythings better when you get
always know who done told
And it's one thing bout respect you can't get it back once its gone
You better keep it low key when you first move in your home
and things
Really get to shaking might explain how you humble a king
When I come stumbling in it feels like the struggles come a dime dozen
I'm bugging pray
we have to
Hear the lies from this little light of mine that tried
To let it shine
But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt
You get it, Lyt?
That's
sleep
Mr. Rippa, I lurk in the Stuy
Twist up the ganja when I wanna get high with my bredren
A buddha session, learn your lesson
Or get blasted by
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