Lyrics:
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
aint here
u commit da same crime come home da same year
[T.I.]
u got rich n g shits still a part of u cause breakin old habits so hard to do
u still
By the end of the night, I'm tryna toss you up
So fuck what you tell me
We could get it crackin' wit this bottle of Belve
Cranberry and mix, show me
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
You know this, at least I'm hoping
Benz truck, Land Rover
I'm home, come on over
Cold tiles, heels and toes (heels and toes)
Lights on, curtains
We just sold like 8 bricks, we ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood, bitch, run yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips, shoot
bring some to the table
You gotta show me you faithful
Look, yeah, I didn't come up with Cain and that s**t had showed me
I'm able of doing this s**t by
in the Benz truck, that's about as fast as it go
Hundred-fifty in that O four and that thang just felt slow
See, one thing about the home team we take
Remember back then walking in paces
Now the big body benz taking up two spaces
A home run once I filled them bases
I smoke pounds liquor come by the cases
nigga beat the case he be home sometime this year
Money is the root of all evil but if we don't sin then Jesus died for nothing
I'm just tryna get
back you was up in the back holding hands with my mans no
Now what the fuck is real friends tho
How many of us really have em
And when I come home I
I'll be pulling on ya frontal
By the way I give it to you, know I want you
Send a text
I know you'll come through
Shawty coming with a pound
She gon set
She like my designer brands
My designer pants
Bae she like the finer lands
Ain't no minor bands
Got her money in her hand
Louis, Gucci, Benz
around
I make it easy
Shortie at the crib and she feeling uneasy
She sleepy but
No rest til I come home creeping
She sneaking
Selfish reasons had
Caused
Got me going loko when you move that shit in slow-mo
Calls me papi chulo cause you know I'm suave
Dale don dale
You could come my way
Fucking with
Gone come through in the Benz
These niggas know I don't really
Even can trust my friends
Cause you will commit 'em homie
If we commitin' them sins
How I
But I'll probably be at home by now
And it's help will change(these helps will be changed)
Blinking of a eye, but I don't think I'll get to see that
undressin' to test me and uh
Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
You wants a nigga,
of misunderstandin'
Hit the parkin' lot, bitch, I was standin' by the Benz
You think a nigga rich, bitch?
Gold diggin' tramps tryin' to get with this dick
For all
the chain, it's too heavy
Word to mother, I was swingin that Shaolin Style machete
Now when I come through it's "What up Ghost?", my folks throwin confetti
My
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
environment
Im painless
Patel dancing
clways wanted one of these
Bad bi***es speaking Spanish how you say get on your knees
Ven aquí come home to me
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