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letra de homecoming - kardi

[verse 1: kardi]
when diddy wake up in the morning he be feeling like me
big man on campus, yeah i’m b.m.o.c
let me introduce myself if you ain’t heard about me
your girl call me “daddy”, but they call me kardi
know its been a while, but i had to write some apps
now i’m busy getting cash; i barely go to cl-ss
get more dimes than nash, any chick i want i smash
and i just graduated
tell them teachers kiss my -ss
don’t mean to be brash but, clearly i’m that n-gga
prep schools on smash, i’m known from exeter to rivers
got more chips than ripper, make your chick gargle like lister
got rugbys for days, closet looking like “invictus”
new york n-gga, now i go to school in concord
no matter where, i shut down arenas, flip saunders
catch me at a show, i got them b-tches going bonkers
running sh-t like marathons, i’ll probably never stop ’cause –

[chorus: kardi]
every day to me is like homecoming day
don’t worry bout school cuz i’m already paid
every day to me is like homecoming day
ball like a athlete stunt like i’m in the play
every day to me is like homecoming day
i’m bagging all the bad b-tches up in my grade
every day to me is like homecoming day
man, i’m running this b-tch from september ‘til may

[verse 2: kardi]
okay, i step up on campus and girls go bananas
got these hoes open like a n-gga pete sampras
smacking all the -sses, cutting all the cl-sses
breaking all the rules, but the teachers can’t catch him
got to cl-ss today, i was barely half awake
back row, knocked out, they thought i p-ssed away
10 deep crewneck matching with the viiis
the teacher said i’m tardy; nah, i’m fashionably late
they say that i’m a jerk, always beefing with the deans
and they telling me i can’t wear my 501 jeans
i couldn’t give a f-ck like i had ed
mad cuz i make more money than them at 17
and quite frankly, n-ggas can’t faze me
i’m like di, and these n-ggas jv
so why go to cl-ss when i’m bout to be rich?
bbc letterman on that varsity sh-t, ’cause

[verse 3: kardi]
yo, i been a terror since the private school era
headphones on in cl-ss, sorry teacher i can’t hear ya
catch me at a house party faded like a haircut
with a blonde b-tch looking like christina aguilera
polo this, rugby that
i be on my prep sh-t
play a chick, send her back when i’m done like netflix
do a show in cali and i’m back at school by breakfast
black ferris bueller, sh-t on teachers like a septic
i said i hate prep school, now all the teachers hate me
ironically, they daughters be the one that wanna date me
got this chick named chelsea, she tryna see me lately
snuck her in my dorm and she bloomy, no macy’s
100s on my paper, wallet looking like honors
ain’t even 18, look at what i accomplished
went from talent shows to international concerts
and in a month or two? bout to take over college

every day to me is like homecoming day
don’t worry bout school cuz i’m already paid
every day to me is like homecoming day
ball like a athlete stunt like i’m in the play
every day to me is like homecoming day
i’m bagging all the bad b-tches up in my grade
every day to me is like homecoming day
man, i’m running this b-tch from september ‘til may

- kardi

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