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letra de hate home - johnnylegg

[chorus]
i got money on my mind
girl don’t call my phone (call my phone)
i gotta watch my dash, i run it fast
man, f-ck my home (yeah f-ck my home)
ay, you don’t got beef, you couldn’t speak
i guess you don’t know me well
i walk with a glock, bet he gon talk
nothin he won’t tell
i got money on my mind
girl don’t call my phone (call my phone)
gotta watch my dash, i run it fast
man, f-ck my home (f-ck my home)
remember the days, she wouldn’t say
nothing to me, (that’s nothing to me)
but now that i’m up, bet she gon talk, begging me, please
(huh bye)

[verse 1]
i got money on my mind
dm me, i hit delete
she so fine, make her mine
she really think she for keeps
and i don’t wanna lead you on
yeah i got the sh-t that she fiendin on
but i really can’t keep this sh-t going long
give her a minute, she walkin on, yea
tick tock, tick tock, watch the clock, you lose
father said i’m living wrong, what do i do
well we’re living a different life
cause f-ck what you do i’m not thinking twice
i know what your thinking, this sh-t ain’t nice
but you get what you get, n-gga roll the dice
are you with the gang
yeah that’s similar change
and yea we comin up
we got some range
dream about me and mine flexing patek
yea that’s coming soon
did you forget?
[chorus]
i got money on my mind
girl don’t call my phone (call my phone)
i gotta watch my dash, i run it fast
man, f-ck my home (man f-ck my home)
ay, you don’t got beef, you couldn’t speak
i guess you don’t know me well (you don’t know me well)
i walk with a glock, bet he gon talk, (pew)
nothin he won’t tell (pew, pew)
i got money on my mind
girl don’t call my phone (call my phone)
gotta watch my dash, i run it fast
man, f-ck my home (f-ck my home)
remember the days, she wouldn’t say
nothing to me, (that’s nothing to me)
but now that i’m up, bet she gon talk, begging me please
(yeah bye)

[verse 2]
i don’t wanna forget you now
a thing of the past, girl i let you down
movin on from moving bricks and pounds
i’m shifting the gears around (oh no)
workin the pot like i’m from alabama
wake your girl, remove her pajamas
she on some sh-t, correction your grammar
that’s some good sh-t, n-gga i’m hammered
my n-gga i’m gone
lsd trippin, bro take me along
she says that she love you, she singing my song
the joint really hit like a bong (ou yea yea)
but you don’t wanna talk to me
but really you don’t show love to me
she wonder why she don’t look good to me (yeah, yeah yeah)
i tell her that’s just how it has to be
but really lemme take you in my arms (in my arms)
if you trust me, then i could take us far (goin far)
dream about me and mine flexing patek
man, that’s coming soon
did you forget?
[chorus]
i got money on my mind
girl don’t call my phone (brrrr)
i gotta watch my dash, i run it fast
man, f-ck my home (man f-ck my home)
ay, you don’t got beef, you couldn’t speak
i guess you don’t know me well (yeah, he don’t know me well)
i walk with a glock, bet he gon talk, (pew)
nothin he won’t tell (pew pew)
i got money on my mind
girl don’t call my phone (call my phone)
gotta watch my dash, i run it fast
man, f-ck my home (yeah! f-ck my home)
remember the days, she wouldn’t say
nothing to me, (that’s nothing to me)
but now that i’m up, bet she gon talk, begging me please
(yeah bye)

[closing]
call my phone
yeah, yeah
f-ck my home

- johnnylegg

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