Lyrics:
to be comin' home talkin' that "daddy's home" shit (nigga)
We been gettin' along fine just without you
Me, my brother, and my mother
So if you don't
It won't cost you a thing to hear me
sing my favorite gospel song....
'Lord, I'm comin' home, Lord I'm comin' home
I've been a fightin' the devil
your house
I'm coming home
I'm coming home to your house
By land or sea, I'm coming home to your house
Come fly with me
I'm comin' home to your
D.Woods: I know you comin' home late
Gorilla Zoe: I'm tryin' help you get to know me, Yeah
D.Woods: (oh yeah) Got two sides
Gorilla Zoe: Okay
D.Woods:
reborn
Fresh like fetus
All this jail time got me
Striped like Adidas
Hit a nigga up leave him
Froze like a Rita's
Home invasions like home runs
Bitch I'm
I'm comin home again I know I cant stay sane by myself
Cuz I'm all alone again I hold on so they can't take my wealth
I'm comin home again I know I
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
in a good mood
You know a man's home is his castle
And I'm comin' home to groove
Whoa, and I'll see you when I get there
I'll see you when I get
Pull up, look like Floyd
Oh my gosh, it's them boys
Make a merry land cuz I'm married to the bands
I ain't shakin' on no hands if it ain't comin
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
blowin' exotic)
(Party girls be gettin' it started)
Fill my cup 'til I'm lethargic (hey)
Might not make it home 'til morning (yeah)
Pockets fat, yeah,
in a good mood
You know a man's home is his castle
And I'm comin' home to groove
Whoa, and I'll see you when I get there
I'll see you when I get
and shooting a little hockey
But if it's too hot, we'd run to Rita's for gelatis
I'm wit all of the boys so tell me where are the hotties
Where are the hotties
deal that's never comin' like a priest
Black and white like a nun
These up-and-comers our sun like the break of dawn
So follow your father like
Sittin' up in the hotel room lonley
But I thank god I'm wit my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or videos
'Cause they show me
Mama, mama, don't you cry
Mama, don't cry
I'm gonna meet you in the by and by, in the sweet by and by
Tell papa I'm comin' home, comin' on home
God,
ain't home, this ain't home, Man, this ain't home, man this ain't home, naw
Haa
I'm showin' my homie
How to cope
Without that coke
Up in his nose
I
head
Doing in my head
Will somebody take me home?
I'm ready for my bed now
Ready for my bed
Ready for my bed
Ready for my bed
Insincere, insincerely
Mama, mama, don't you cry
Mama, don't cry
I'm gonna meet you in the by and by, in the sweet by and by
Tell papa I'm comin' home, comin' on home
God,
Rita J Verse 1:
Do real men cry have feelings kinda shy hardbody stone face yeah coming out the Chi somebody no place to express my guy in the trap
fold, ain't leave it at home, it's right here with me (huh)
Bitch, I'm
Comin' with the money, got the backend with me (ay)
Nigga, better act like you
or Bombay,
I found a place in India, so far across the foam,
You can call me Punjab Paddy, boys, I'm never comin' home.
From Bohola to Benares, Inchigeela
trust in one
Is there nothing that we can do?
Are we truly done?
Every day we do or die
As we?re sailin? across the sky
Now we?re comin? home
What's your favorite scary movie?
Yo, Slim Shady (yo, Royce 5'9")
Y'all wanna make a movie? (What, what?)
We got the film right here
Yeah, I'm
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