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damjonboi - home coming كلمات أغنية

[intro]
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[verse 1: trey trey]
shoot up in the crowd like i ain’t out on probation
thoughts about gettin’ back, they took that band off my ankle
we don’t even f_ck with pistols no more
mickey mouse on the ar, it’s not no fifties no more (d_mn, that sh_t slap)
pop out and we slide, surprise, surprise
put the flash on you, make you pose before you die (b_tch)
put my fire to boys, my young n_ggas love to slide
send my ass on it, how i’m ‘fore we out here lookin’ down
n_ggas never f_cked with us, we gon’ get on n_ggas’ ass
n_ggas playin’ both sides, stab ’em in the back
spend my last on that bag, i knew i wasn’t gon’ doublе back
i’ll step up for my brother ’cause i know hе got my back
we bought some weird white, had to show up in all black
he ain’t get that sh_t right? lil’ bro left him in the grass
ask big bro what’s the time, he say, “it’s sixty on my head”
pull up at the wrong time and we put thirty in your whip
used to do some wild sh_t, i guess i ain’t understand
still’ll do some wild sh_t, but you gotta make me mad
lil’ bro ridin’ hot as f_ck, all these bl!ckies in the van
trey trey on some wild sh_t, i got a mickie in my hand
give a f_ck who you is, we ain’t picky when we press
make a call to the press, and it’s a fifty in your chest
if you ain’t in jail or dead, why i ain’t seen you in a minute?
f_ck you leave me for, lil’ mike? you know i need you to be with me
[verse 2: damjonboi]
they ain’t let us in with pole, catch that n_gga, we gon’ stomp him
richer than your baby daddy, got more money than your uncle
bro just caught a body, but ain’t speak about it ’cause he humble
hit stick a n_gga while he field and make him fumble
big crib in the sticks, but i still be in the jungle
she could be a bad b_tch, still gon’ treat her like a runner
all in these n_ggas’ way, i’ve been f_ckin’ up they summers
feelin’ like p in ’99 jumpin’ out this hummer
i was showin’ love, all i got back was jealousy (d_mn)
f_ck buildin’ a bond, b_tch, i’m tryna build a legacy (for real)
i’m tryna drop this verse, but your b_tch keep on textin’ me (sh_t)
apply more pressure what my brothers keep on telling me, hmm
all these motherf_ckin’ foreigns look like homecoming
b_tch went in the bathroom, and came out with her nose runnin’
squad’ll get to beatin’ a n_gga ass like he done stole somethin’
we don’t do no three_fives, i want the whole onion
had ten b_tches at the bar and had some more comin’
i got two pieces from hutch and they both custom
my ex got a boyfriend, i guess we both f_ckin’
birthday boy with this fn, i’ll blow somethin’, hmm

- damjonboi

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