| I can feel it in the air like Bean said
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| Shit, I’m already rich, I don’t need bread
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| Groupies back stage giving me head
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| Ex D-boy still roll real weed here
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| Man, I just wanna leave a legacy
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| Pass me the green, I need some weed with my Hennessey
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| Ma, I’m way too drunk to drive
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| But I gotchu on my mind, good pussy and it’s mine, boo
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| She works late night, all the time
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| 7AM, barely home, baby why you crying
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| White leather seats, two Z’s, I’mma sleep fine
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| Police behind me and I’m dirty, fuck state time
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| High speeds, for my strippers in the club
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| All my lil homies in the trap house trimming bud
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| It’s love, bitch
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| Now fire up that fly shit
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| 09', no one beat my prices
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| With this bag I’m the nicest
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| Solid plug, outta California, boy, that’s priceless
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| They love me out in Texas, legend on the East Coast
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| Everywhere I go, windows down smell the weed smoke
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| This the Cookie man himself
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| Top Shelf
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| Let the wax smell burn
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| I’m just tryna make it home
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| I pray to god I make it home
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| With a neck full of stones, few prices on my dome for real
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| I’m just tryna make it home
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| Drunk textin' on my phone, I’m gone
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| I pray to god I make it home
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| 45 on my lap, I ride alone and
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| I’m just tryna make it home
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| When I get to the crib, I miss my kids here (Fam first)
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| Drunk alone for the fifth year
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| I lost my wife, she and my mom passed
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| It was rough, still Bay drug money in cuts
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| Then it’s money in my cup
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| I’mma try and live it up but
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| I feel like givin' up
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| This one’s for the dreams that came true for me
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| When I die smoke two for me
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| Gamble like my brother, but I’m playing with my life
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| I got a thing for new ice
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| This custom piece looks all pretty in the lights
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| Drug dealer, I love the city life
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| These four cars get cleaner every year
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| More death make it harder, shed a tear (Rest in Peace)
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| I’m just tryna make it home
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| Drunk drivin' on the road
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| Drunk textin' on my phone
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| Girl, I never sleep alone and you know that
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| That pretty ass looks so fat
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| Lay her on the bed and let her give me dome
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| While I crack this fresh bottle of Patron
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| I’m just glad I made it home
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| I’m just tryna make it home
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| I pray to god I make it home
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| With a neck full of stones, few prices on my dome for real
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| I’m just tryna make it home
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| Drunk textin' on my phone, I’m gone
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| I pray to god I make it home
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| 45 on my lap, I ride alone and
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| I’m just tryna make it home |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Home , by - Berner. Song from the album Hempire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп