Lyrics:
class I said I just wanna
Get you alone
Take you home
Make you moan
Put down your phone
Slow stroke you while you in prone
All up in your zone
I just
the bones
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way and live from New York
I'm catching wreck on a Saturday
Live from
decided
They don't work on me
And I guess I
should thank you
By the way, for helping me, me
To open my head
And I guess I
should thank you
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
players and player haters
Once again it's time for the
"Sep Sev" game show
Recorded live right here in
Lovely snowy Minnesota
This is the game where we make
back home , Coz your roam is on loan
And I'm not prone to condone those ruggidy roams
What you doing is dangerous , it's gotta be sacked
Coz Igo and Nibo
the rough way I used to talk
Anata ga sou utsumuku kara
あなたがそう うつむくから
Since it seemed to bother you,
Nagadenwa mo yameta wa
長電話も止めたわ
I stopped having long
G shit
What up?
I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth
This is straight G shit
And all you can do is respect it
Well I'ma state my name,
way them like make them talk
Yeah Ah!
BadMan demo want me down
Everybody know me I want it now
BadMan demo want me down
You know everything me go get it
, get it, get it, get it
Music is the key and if we ain't making music baby you ain't from me
That early morning music don't forget midday plus lunchtime
it
You know that you got it
Just like PNB said girl you a bad bitch and you poppin
(You bad ass bitch you poppin)
Walk by and them jaws is droppin
Gonna have you calling my phone
Saying baby come home
I need you to put it on me
Too much patton
Gonna have you calling my phone
Girl im on the way home
I
'Imma do it somehow
'Imma rhyme my way to the top and then never come down
'Imma get into the rap game and get out this town
Cause once this song is
Don't dull the vibe don't dull the vibe It's a killa vibe, killa vibe
When the time is right when the time is right It's a demo side of me
Just win trust
got marked a lot
Showin' off for hoes in bricks and rows had us charged to box
That demo sorta stopped once A.C. got popped
[Chorus]
It's
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way
And live from New York I'm catching wreck on a Saturday
"Live from New
to beat
Cause I'll be up in that ass like a bike seat
And when it comes to boneing I'm Mr Erecticy
Hoes come by the crib for a free histerectomy
I ive
that you gotta get wid it and burn some bridges
You are what your circle is when I wanted to elevate I had to do it and cut out some out old friends man
and do nothing
But the weather
The gust strokes my chin
My hovel, my home
The burst of the wind blows through
Like someone I know is lonely
Whether
in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin' on my last cassette?
in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin' on my last cassette?
a little bit but come on bro
If a push a thick bitch then she gone go home
Well I guess it’s go hard or nigga go home
Closing:
Which is what I’ve gotta
I set it off in the sunny distance, no days existed
My patience led the way until the greatest love listened to me
I used to play the witness, wait
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