Lyrics:
on the line said he got a couple nuns I tol' him grab to koo'
Bring em on through.
You wanna go that route
Been on this road before (uh huh)
I know gun
out something
Foreign with the doors up
Maybe the lilac Porsche
The lavender Retriever
I only bring my homies back purple reefer
I only smoke in Ibiza
Friends
Poppin a Pill and a Percy thought I’d never Come Back
Get the Pack, Flip a Bag, Come home Count it Up and Unpack
We was supposed to Make Millys
fly by
Shots goin off
For columbine high
Little white kids
Takin walks
On the crime side
Never come back
Type of thing
Turn america black
Are you ready
we gon' bring it back home
Rewind that and we could do it again
No I.D., Twilite Tone, where the story begin
Rewind that one time please
This one's
WHEN HE FEAST
START AT YA FEET
AND SPIT OUT YA TEETH
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON?
AND BY THE END YOU GON' KNOW THE SONG
SENSI STARR HOT LIKE A LOADED GUN
bakin' soda, this home improvement
She bring the .9 by two
I fuck on that ho and came back on her (go)
It look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now
know
Is you gon bring it home
The flow gon have the speakers blown
Don't let them gully niggas
Catch you home alone
On some Macaulay shit
Smack you like
with ya
I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr..
I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that
At least when you
don't know I'm the genie
Don't care about that talk save that shit for the worms
I could break a bitch down bring a hoe back to earth
Know I'm a blessing
dream world, having a rest
Climbing the tree, swimming in the jungle river
Waiting for him
She knows he will come back
She knows he misses her
She knows
Still kick it with Stevie nem.
Ain’t trying to be greedy call up speedy tell him bring it back. We go get this money til it’s autonomous no strings
Back in the day he was outta control
Need another standoff but his music ate y'all
That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam
Drank that
Yeah nigga, the real dogs is back
Daz and kurupt like fuck y'all niggas homie
Punks, yeah, y'all lucky Simon ain't home punk
Yeah for all y'all bitch
Y'know
When we first put out this song
I don't think people really got it like they were supposed to get it
Think it's time to bring it back
D.
There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made
don't know no more I gotta go grab
Chrome or go back home my only question when the storm gone go
We gotta weather it good lordee good lordee
God your
[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People
deh a bush but ya can't bring it home ay
You see the backs they biting, yeah
Not worth the fighting, yeah
No susu like them, yeah
Let them lie then
You
bring home his people and everything
Under it, you know my God
He keep it a hundred
Heaven like halos and hovering
Praising the Lord with the brotherhood
take it back with the rhythm and blues
With my rap pack I'll be singing the news
Trying to act like Jack Black when I bring 'em to school
I'll make
or these pigs
Cause they be racist
BB Simon on him but y'all still shopping at Macy's
Yeah I don't understand it
We got real money we ain't really with that
the Church for Him
To all my people on the left
All my people on the right
From the front to the back
Shout it loud all night
Maranatha (come and get me) 4X
it 100 over time, settle score
Unleash this beast within me like the Kraken
Got the devil screaming put him back in
T Rantz with The Inception and it's
Discuss these bring him back home by paul simon Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In