HOMEGIRL - BONUS TRACK

Oh, oh, oh
That ain't my b-, that's my motherf- homegirl
Don't be a snitch, we ain't doin' nothing wrong, girl
That ain't my b-, that's my motherf- homegirl (yeah)
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh
That ain't my b-, that's my motherf- homegirl
Don't be a snitch
We ain't doin' nothing wrong, girl
(We ain't doing nothin' wrong, girl, no) uh
That ain't my b-, that's my motherf- homegirl (yeah)
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh

Okay, we both got some pieces on the side
Ain't no issue if she mine
Say I miss you sometimes when I'm feelin' like that (oh)
And I admit she fine, ain't no disrespect
If she don't hit my line every time tryna smash
But we'll probably still kick it though
(Probably still kick it though)
Even if I'm in the studio workin' (in the studio workin' hard)
Even though you ain't my girlfriend, we gon' get this work in
Talking like that

I know you sick and tired of mans who will never throw no hands for you
But I hold you better than he can
I don't think he understands you (no)
So tell me where we gon' kick it, though
'Cause you know we getting physical and workin'
Even though this isn't permanent
I'ma make it worth it every time, girl

Oh, oh, oh
That ain't my b-, that's my motherf- homegirl (homegirl, yeah)
Don't be a snitch
We ain't doin' nothing wrong, girl
(We ain't doin' nothing wrong, girl, no)
That ain't my b-, that's my motherf- homegirl (yeah)
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh

If one more y'all run tellin' on me
Oh my God, she called da police
Sippin my tea, n- mindin' my piece
Sh- done 'bout to fade to black
I'm bleached

Head so good
I wrote her a think piece
My baby, no binky
I mean no sucka sh-
You never see me
All huggy, she pamper me public
She ate even ate the nuggets

We gotta hide because
We got all eyes on us
I'm from the dirty like my daddy
Great granddaddy
Must be out ya cotton-pickin mind
You think p- ain't mine

But I be lyin'
Yeah, I deny
Did I D? Nah
We only talk
That p- is on Taraji
Yeah, she call me baby boy

Oh, me Lord
Pull up like Debo
She sereve me early like Devotion
Damn, holy, holy, man, I think she know me
Damn, I think she lonely
Damn, I think she

Oh, oh, oh (f-, she knows me)
That ain't my b-, that's my motherf- homegirl (homegirl, yeah)
Don't be a snitch
We ain't doin' nothing wrong, girl
(We ain't doin' nothin' wrong, girl, no)
That ain't my b-, that's my motherf- homegirl (yeah)
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh

Look, although I know plenty guys that would be incentivized
By grippin' on tender thighs, it's makin' the denim cry
Set my eyes on the lessons of prize to accessorize
'Cause we'd rather separate lives than separate ties
Man, that says a lot about a character
If you was mine, I would cherish ya

Pushin' cherubs and carriages full of sharing
Embarrassing thinking about it's terrifying
My ex a planet I'm scared of flying
Your chest is not a game I expected I win
Now for the last time, man

That ain't my b-, that's my motherf- homegirl (homegirl, yeah)
Don't be a snitch
We ain't doin' nothing wrong, girl
(Ain't doin' nothing wrong, girl, no)
That ain't my b-, that's my motherf- homegirl (yeah)
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh
That ain't my bitch, that's my motherf- homegirl
(Ain't my b-, that's my homegirl)
That ain't my b-, that's my m- f- homegirl, yeah, yeah

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Na, na, na, na, na, na
That's not my b-