Lyrics Tell Ur Homegirl - King Lil G, 2 Tone

Tell Ur Homegirl

They Talkin' bout A Gangsta
But They Don’t Really Know Me
I Know Your Boyfriend
So You Wanna Keep It Low Key
Kissing All Up On Me
Touching All Up On Me
You Said You Like Me
But You Be Texting My Homies
Girl What You Talkin' bout?
I Know The Routine
You Fine Ass Fuck
But Not Enough
To Be My Main Squeeze
You The Type To Fall In Love & Go Crazy
And Tell The World
That You About To Have My Baby
Avoid The Drama
Put Some Liquor In My Cup
I Ain’t Doin' Shit Tomorrow
So Tonight I’m Getting Drunk
Can’t Remember How We Met
But You Look Good Enough
Wake Up In The Morning
With My Hands Up On Your Butt
SouthSide Is Where I’m From
I Talk Like I’m The Shit
Chew An Ounce Of Bubble Gum
Cause We Are The Best
We-We Are The Best
We Are The Best
We-We Are The Best
Yeah All The Little Mamas Talkin' This That
Actin Like They Ain’t Gonna Let Us Hit That
By The Way You Dress I Know You Shave Your Kit Kat
Go & Tell Your Homegirls, Where The D%#ks At
Go & Tell Your Homegirls, Where The D%#ks At
Go & Tell Your Homegirls, Where The D%#ks At
Go & Tell Your Homegirls, Where The D%#ks At
Go & Tell Your Homegirls, Where The D%#ks At
I Got Money To Burn
I’m Feeling Smooth
I’m Faded
And I’m Trying To Go Home With You
Muthafucka Was Right
Blame It On The Alcohol
Speeding On The Freeway
A Muthafucking Outlaw
Yeah They Talk About Us Gangstas
But They Don’t Really Know Us
They Say They Got No Boobies
But Still They Wanna Show Us
They Kiss Us & They Hold Us
At The Shows They Show Up
They Wanna See Me Spit
But I Don’t Spit — I Throw-Up
Only Seen Me Once
But Think You Have To Call Me Playa
I Never Called You Back
Then Yeah That Means I Played Ya
Go & Tell Your Homegirl
Baby Met Reality
This Beat Is Mortal Kombat
And You Got A Fatality
Yeah That Means I Finish Em
Leave Em Walking Sunday
Baby Don’t Believe Me?
Really?
She Gon' Find Out One Day
My Game Is Like A Bentley
Your Man IS Just A Hyundai
And Talkin' Bout My Nina
When I Say I Got Good Gun Play
Looking For The Champion
2Tone Is The Heavyweight
Knows I Beat It Up
But She Has To Find Out Anyway
Says She’s Ready Any Day
Ha-Ha-Ha Already Hit That
Get That Love Gun
Mami Make It Click Clack
I Got Money To Burn
I’m Feeling Smooth
I’m Faded
And I’m Trying To Go Home With You
Muthafucka Was Right
Blame It On The Alcohol
Speeding On The Freeway
A Muthafucking Outlaw