HOME ALONE
Chris King, Jasiah
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Turn my headphones up (Honorable CNOTE) Ha, snott Got this pretty little thing on my phone Let me pull up when she home alone So I'm pulling up all alone, oh yeah, pull up I be kicking down all the doors And she pull up with nothing on And she pull up with no panties on, oh yeah I said the whip or the chain two-tone Crab, steak, or filet mignon 'Cause she love what the gang be on (Gang, gang, gang) , oh yeah Turn it up more, we ain't banging enough Drink more, we ain't dranking enough Swerve more, we ain't swanging enough Oh yeah This not lean, this Henny Baby, come eat this dick, get plenty I got racks now, baby, it's easy Pop that pussy for a nigga that's winning These f*ck niggas keep fiending F*ck that shit, shawty pulled up Just fucked that shit Niggas be faking, who does that shit? Who does that shit? Who does that shit? I might just run up a check on 'em Get that ho to show no respect Baby take nut, not no acorn I love how she throwing it back Yeah, pretty lil' thang, no thongs Got big-ass on my bone She feel like she on the throne, oh yeah Yeah Got this pretty little thing on my phone Let me pull up when she home alone So I'm pulling up all alone, oh yeah, pull up I be kicking down all the doors And she pull up with nothing on And she pull up with no panties on, oh yeah I said the whip or the chain two-tone Crab, steak, or filet mignon 'Cause she love what the gang be on (Gang, gang, gang) , oh yeah Turn it up more, we ain't banging enough Drink more, we ain't dranking enough Swerve more, we ain't swanging enough Oh yeah Girl, how many licks would it take for you to Get to the center of a Tootsie Roll I wanna know My chopper long as the leg of Meg Thee Stallion and this bitch wanna drive the boat I make her new nigga old news And I get whatever's in her Mouth like pro tooth Lil' baby checking thermometers Snotty Nose loose Money doesn't grow on trees but I bet it fall through Wait, when you sucking You speaking into the mic Her freaky soul just wanting to earn stripes We never sober whether dark or light It's either Yola or purple sprite (Lean) I'm like a loaded hit ready to snipe (I'm locked) I hit the target, hit the bullseye (Blatt) And you know I didn't have to try (I didn't) Meet me at the door before I'm outside Got this pretty little thing on my phone Let me pull up when she home alone So I'm pulling up all alone, oh yeah, pull up I be kicking down all the doors And she pull up with nothing on And she pull up with no panties on, oh yeah I said the whip or the chain two-tone Crab, steak, or filet mignon 'Cause she love what the gang be on (Gang, gang, gang) , oh yeah Turn it up more, we ain't banging enough Drink more, we ain't dranking enough Swerve more, we ain't swanging enough Oh yeah
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