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letra de coming home intro - trenchmobb

[verse 1: sosa corleone]
sh-t so different, b-tches act like n-ggas
n-ggas act like b-tches, i don’t get it
n-ggas fake and say they real like i can’t really see the difference
my suspicions n-ggas get, look how they pose all in they pictures
and these hoes will set you so sneaky b-tch get out my [?]

[verse 2: jr007]
terror money boy, i don’t know my abc’s
and i been ridin’ with them boys so all i know is tmb
poles in the whip, ain’t got no l’s, we slangin’, f-ck the dmv
he talkin’ sh-t then come tonight we put him on a tv screen

[verse 3: sosa corleone]
thinkin’ ’bout the ones i lost and hope they free the ones in prison
got two choices, take these slugs or take my proposition
i ain’t duckin’ sh-t but 12, screamin’ f-ck the opposition
n-ggas mad so they plot on me ’cause i ran up them digits

[verse 4: jr007]
met this bad lil b-tch, she goin’ up, tellin’ me she heard of me
she threw it at me, i finessed the b-tch like it was burglary
was all up in her stomach, not talkin’ c-section surgery
bankrolls all in my pocket, she like me because my currency

[verse 5: sosa corleone]
now it ain’t really cheatin’ if my b-tch touch on other b-tches
when we slide, tints all on the window, they can’t see who in it
hit your block and get to bl!ckin’, still alive ’til dj spinnin’
that mean hit your block again and k!ll whoever after them

[verse 6: jr007]
so come at sundown, shooters stakin’ out your house in all black
they been sayin’ put the guns down but it’s n-ggas at my cap
i got a bad b-tch, i been ballin’ like i’m paul millsap
oh that’s your b-tch, i thought you knew, don’t really want her, have her back

[verse 7: sosa corleone]
b-tch i’m sosa two times, i need everything in twos
they done let us in the game, we beat that b-tch until it’s bruised
and for trencho i bust real sh-t, we know how you p-ssies move
i got sixteen in my glock, think lil bro got a sixty-two
so you get sixteen shots, if that’s your homie he get sixty-two
no busta rhymes, i bust a rhyme, my book of rhymes like dr. seuss
n-ggas switchin’ or they switchin’, either way that sh-t still foo
in the penthouse gettin’ my d-ck sucked while my dubs pull up the room

[verse 8: jr007]
so if you broke then hit a l!ck and get your bands up
baby i just want the neck so go and pull your pants up
you know the deal, skip the conversation, i’m no romancer
she gettin’ hood money but i don’t see a freaky dancer
we’ll pull up to the scene, no need for a beam, you know it’s a man down
shawty a double-oh fiend in my robin jeans, she get high when my pants down
put a red dot on his nose ’cause he thought it was sweet, turned his -ss to a d-mn clown
if i go roll up this weed then please best believe i be high as a d-mn cloud

- trenchmobb

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