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letra de home alone - mg lil bubba, yn jay & louie ray

[intro: louie ray]
(f-ck the fire, we got grease)
(it’s a wayne beat)
come on, come on
yeah
how the f-ck you gon’— go like that (ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
how the f-ck you supposed—
aight

[verse 1: louie ray]
how the f-ck you supposed to, supposed to go like that?
brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, supposed to blow like that
tryna blow up doin’, what we doin’? we ain’t even tryin’
i’m gettin’ dizzy off the drank, but i seem fine
yeah, eyes shut, n-gga
any group of hoes leave with us is gettin’ f-cked, n-gga
hear somebody shootin’ that ain’t you? you better bust, n-gga
jay had left a fifty at my crib and he don’t trust n-ggas
tryna dividе this sh-t, sayin’ us now
the blue xanny hit me hardеr than a bus now
i be at the jewelers makin’ jewelers rush, huh
i learned five hundred thousand not enough, huh

[verse 2: yn jay]
i hid the dope in the b-tch coochie, left a rock in it
i took my shoes off in the p-ssy, left my socks in it
b-tch pulled up with some hard bricks, she got rock titties
bathroom, i done cracked the pint open and poured pop in it
you gotta stand at the corner for the pills, this a bus stop
i’m on a tour bus gettin’ head at a truck stop
the bottom left corner of the bed, that’s the f-ck spot
ayy, you can’t sleep right there in that corner on the floor, that’s unc’ spot
got fl!cked, b-tch, put these pills in that one spot
i told a b-tch i’m cool— alright, i wanna f-ck now (bah)
i let a shot off in the club, n-ggas rushed out
i’m in the club with a bunch of black grimy n-ggas, they what the f-ck they on (alright)
black n-ggas, arps, they got hoodies on
lil’ bro got a full-body k tucked with a long hoodie on
brought the helicopter out, i brought my belt out, i get my whoopin’ on
i hit the yeah with the— i’m finna start a cooking show
[verse 3: mg lil bubba]
gave the b-tch my dragon ball z like i’m piccolo
put the dope in a headlock like big show
walked inside the mall and left a sixty in the store
fell inside the cup, climbed out, and poured more
she suck the d-ck like she ain’t got no t–th, she a keeper
kiss a n-gga with that chopper, get to clappin’ like the beatles
summertime, it was cool, but wintertime, we ain’t have a heater
out in detroit with the pistons, stickin’ sh-t up like a needle
b-tch p-ssy funky, tryna act like she a diva
told jay, “if you don’t like him, i don’t like that n-gga either”
plug call at random times, make my b-tch think i’m a cheater
i had to earn my stripes, i knocked a n-gga out his adidas
texas-made n-gga, pourin’ drank inside a liter
and it ain’t over with
leanin’ back, n-gga, ’til my shoulder shift
gun kickin’ like a crack baby when a smoker hit
took a trip and came back with the homegrown like i’m owed this sh-t

[verse 4: louie ray]
i got my brand on my tee, promote the sh-t
i know the weed good as f-ck, i smoke the sh-t
dog with me be on bullsh-t, he don’t joke a l!ck
n-gga, dope spot like a moshpit when it open up
i’m outside like a genie bottle when it open up
the rap world wasn’t on me ’til i woke it up
i let my side hoes fight ’til i broke it up
[verse 5: yn jay]
my son at the crib by himself, he’s home alone
could’ve bought a crib in drank, i done poured a home
i ain’t have no car when i was young, i was strollin’ home
sittin’ on some dope with no plays, he tryna hold the phone

- mg lil bubba yn jay louie ray

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