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letra de home run - jay vinchi

chorus

clothing smell like flowers
so you know i’m fresh. (aye!)
no time to roll with cowards
power play my business i impress. (aye!)
girl i impress, (aye!)
girl i impress. (aye!)
power play my business
business i impress! (aye!)

imma finish up my business
stress blown out my lungs
then imma hit it like home run
then imma hit it like home run
home run
i just be hitting them home runs! (aye!)
i just be hitting them home runs
come on, hit it like this. (what up!)

verse 1

the people been feeling that sh-t i’ve been popping off
the women pretending like my crib been mardi gras
they see me speak and it’s followed by all of the bras and them panties off
apologies
generally i do not speak about my women dogg
but god d-mn
lately a mother f-cker constantly always getting off

they gave me a place to record
k!ll the writtens
them freestyles too
honestly there is no god d-mn difference
catch me in baggy -ss shirts and the pants that be looking so fitted. (man!)
in person i’ll furnish that p-ssy
for real girl no kidding
i’ll have that sh-t looking like four million dollar cribs north in the mitten. (aye!)
i once had a girl but she proved to me
b-tches are b-tches
so now i be steady out looking for women
respectable, literate, figuring figures
a boss girl on top that addition sh-t
chicks who be chasing the money
we both need to grow and be rich as sh-t
relationships always ruining peoples mentalities quickly
so i be staying so focused
depict me

chorus

verse 2

these girls all been feeling the vibes i been giving off
they looking so fine so we hit it off
we rolling the whip while i’m rolling the spliff
other hand gripped on her while she hit a blunt
while all up inside of a cl-ssic whip
avenue cruising
yo come along!
been choosing, i’ll call it off
can’t work with you if you’ve been losing
can’t blame me, that’s not me fault!
yo business is business so come on i’m dippin’
but aye, yo, your wife… she can come along
she likes how i’m living
i never will give in
a career could never be worth giving up all my music ya’ll
so, ’till i blow up i give this my all
you understand?
then d-mn…
let her come leave with me with all them bra and them panties off!

quit f-cking around
do not be raising your voice, even make a d-mn sound. (no)
i always knew that i would blow up cause now
i’m in the air while they still on the ground
and you thought at the end of your path was a crown
well then look at the footsteps they following now
they say “jay been a dog”
i say “d-mn right a hound”
they say “he needs more b-ss”
so i made that sh-t loud!

chorus

- jay vinchi

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