Dont Come Back Home

F.O.L I got a story to tell Yo yawa don dey Oh yawa don blow Aye yawa don dey Oh yawa don blow So you out in the club getting love all night On the phone with my girls feeling all alone Sick of games that you play but you know it's alright Matter of fact how you act don't come back home So you out in the club getting love all night On the phone with my girls feeling all alone Sick of games that you play but you know it's alright Matter of fact how you act don't come back home Tried to tell her stop being a yeller Have no doubt I'm just out with the fellas Baby girl you can sleep soundly Guarantee ain't no freaks around me Had to try it You know she didn't buy it Asked why you lying Why the voice of your boys so excited Why wasn't I invited Hot damn slow down girl But if you wanna know well Truth sipping hundred proof Sitting at the booth VIP things watching ladies shaking in they G strings Was a ten but then she spilled the liquor Clean up aisle ten so I guess I gotta lick her Some say the ex makes the sex spectacular That's that BIG vernacular Speak it well you're freaking with the F.O.L She in Chanel Wants my money for Armani Says I'm the one But a brother ain't dumb Before me there were many After me there'll be plenty Let the lights low let the red light glow I drop the dough you drop the clothes That's that quid quid pro quo And you already know Who the king of the throne is The pair that I wear can't compare our cajones Kept up with the Jones left 'em in the dust Baby trust the ones you can't exhaust is us Desire in my ear telling me to stay more To play more yeah I wanna hear her say more But my girl on my phone got it blown like claymore So I'm out or so I thought I found a spot in the parking lot where we spark a lot Politicking with a thot So going home I forgot Here we are in the back of her car Fingers on her g string Like we're playing guitar Radio playing classics She relaxes I prepares prophylaxis Think I had six If she wanna have sex Then I have to oblige You think you ain't gon' cry You ain't no Mary J Blige The thing about chicks that I can't explain They make you shoot out your head but you feel no pain Damn near suicidal cuz you got your head blown He died out of pleasure written on your head stone C'mon So you out in the club getting love all night On the phone with my girls feeling all alone Sick of games that you play but you know it's alright Matter of fact how you act don't come back home So you out in the club getting love all night On the phone with my girls feeling all alone Sick of games that you play but you know it's alright Matter of fact how you act don't come back home Come back home Come back home Come back home Don't come back home Come back home Come back home Come back home Don't come back home Come back home Come back home Come back home Don't come back home Come back home Come back home Come back home Don't come back home Palava don dey Palava don dey oh Palava don dey Palava don dey oh Palava don dey Palava don dey oh Palava don dey Palava don dey oh