Lyrics:
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in
this Christmas, no
Said I refuse to spend this Christmas
Without my baby by my side, ooh baby
Surprise, surprise
I'm comin' home for Christmas
[Verse 1: Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
[Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
And can't none
There's an awful lot to say
So I'm leavin' here today
Girl I love you, by the way
I'm comin' home
I can't say that I'm sad to leave this town
'Cause
alone
And I'm right by the telephone
Tell me, when are you comin' home?
Sometimes I get so worried
I think I'm goin' off the edge
The devils in my head
Bobby Boucher I tackle them till they punt
I'm just doing something they sayin I can't do
I'm not doing it for them tho
I'm in this thing for me yo
You're my fatal attraction
Oh, no, I can't stop
You're my midnight fantasy
You're my cream of the crop
I'm comin' home, girl
I'm comin' home
to clean the shit from my bowels
A really hot girl walks by with a fat ass
But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
Forgot my card
Though you don't want me
Girl, why can't you wait?
(Why can't you wait, baby?)
Girl, why can't you wait 'til
I fall out of love won't you call out my
I'm
me, y'all know I don't give a fuck
I'm cool with not bein' cool with niggas, so listen up
Bobby Shmurda came home Quavo picked him up in a jet
in...
CHORUS
Manila (Manila, Manila)
I'm comin' back to Manila
The only place that I call home (home)
I'm comin' back to...
Manila (Manila, Manila)
I'm
you back talkin' 'bout that girl pussy stinkin'?"
'Cause she put up a post cosignin' Tekashi snitchin' (ya heard me?)
She thought he was comin' home
(Girl you got me like yeah)
(Got me like yeah)
(Got me like yeah, yeah)
(Comin home)
(Yeah I'm comin home)
(Girl I'm comin home)
(Comin home)
Girl
Oh, you're his girl?
Hello, my name is Mr. Goodbar
I'm came to offer champagne
Later on, maybe, I'll tell you my real name
But for now sip your
Oh, you're his girl?
Hello, my name is Mr. Goodbar
I'm came to offer champagne
Later on, maybe, I'll tell you my real name
But for now sip your
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Girl, you know you got me, got me (yeah)
With your pistol shot me, shot me
And I'm here helplessly
In love and nothing can stop me
You can't stop me
Girl, you know you got me, got me (yeah)
With your pistol shot me, shot me
And I'm here helplessly
In love and nothing can stop me
You can't stop me
wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love baby? (Love, love)
In love baby (Love, love)
Girl, you know you got me, got me
With your pistol shot
Girl, you know you got me, got me (yeah)
With your pistol shot me, shot me
And I'm here helplessly
In love and nothing can stop me
You can't stop me
runnin I'm jumpin
And bitch I'm comin ain't bluffin
I'm fuckin pushin a button
Get yo ass outta here bumpin
Shit that is comin up rushin
Ya to tha open up
home
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
All the lows, all the lifers
All the bright burns, all the lifers
Ayy, Parade on Bleveland soon as I get home
callin' shorty dream girl, now I'm fuckin' shorty in Houston
I brought her to my home so when niggas groupin' and bitches boostin'
Was on that ass since
.jpg/220px-Take_Me_Home_(PC).jpg "if u take me home.")
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