Come Home

Baby won't you
Baby won't you come home
Know I'm tryna get my mind blown
I'm doing different drugs in different time zones
This a BB belt these ain't no rhinestones
Her pussy Fiji water she a island hoe
I'm on a different planet with my favorite girl
I give a fuck what you say, in my own world
4days dropping them bombs like a soldier
Give her good dick in the morning like Folgers

Give her good dick now she's telling the whole world
I ain't got no time for old girls
Yeah you had me but its past tense
Backstab me I don't need revenge
All these niggas fake they want something
Watching my pockets you won't get a cent
Smoking on pressure you smelling the scent
If that lil bitch come over we breaking the bed
Yeah your man robbed you you weren't breakin' no Bread
My dick put her to sleep
Like a nigga a sandman
In the passenger seat and she giving me head
All black windows you can't see a thing
Any dirt that I did it wasn't to my gang
Im gon' flirt with the bitch
You gon' flirt for the fame
Life's a bigger picture than survive and maintain
(Aye)(Aye)
These niggas staying the same
(Aye)
Just cus' I elevated don't say i changed
I think I'm bi-polar all these mood swings
I'm in a stock chevy when i switch lanes
Believe it or not nigga like Ripleys
I just got the drop
4days gave the coordinates

Baby won't yah come home
Know I'm tryna get my mind blown
I'm doing different drugs in different time zones
This a BB belt these aint no rhinestones
Her pussy Fiji water she a island hoe
I'm on a different planet with my favorite girl
I give a fuck what you say, in my own world
4days dropping them bombs like a soldier
Give her good dick in the morning like folgers
Baby won't yah come home
Know I'm tryna get my mind blown
I'm doing different drugs in different time zones
This a BB belt these aint no rhinestones
Her pussy Fiji water she a island hoe
I'm on a different planet with my favorite girl
I give a fuck what you say, in my own world
4days dropping them bombs like a soldier
Give her good dick in the morning like folgers

He was talking shit
Now he slumped over
Serenade the bitch
Call it Casanova
Hit to many licks my luck flipped over
Way to many times
Way to many times
Bb belt on me but it don't hold my pants up
Why you worried bout me?
Buddy go get your bands up
These niggas do anything get they clout up
Any fake shit I was never a part of
It wasn't him but the Remy made him talk good
The Ritalin focus me up and I feel good
Smoking on sheets I don't really fuck with the woods
You don't know me why the fuck you act like we good
He was talking shit now he slumped over
Serenade the bitch
Call it Casanova
Hit to many licks
My luck flipped over
Way to many times
Way to many times



Credits
Writer(s): Gion Whittington
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