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My House

I swear this hook just made me look I’m
I swear this look just got me scooping Makhathin'
I swear this hook just made me look I’m
I swear this look just got me scooping Makhathin
(This is my house, my house, my house, my house)
She drilled me not to play on the sto-ove
(This is my house, my house, my house, my house)
We built this from a grain to a ho-ome
We do this til the day that we gone, and beyond that
Now how do you respond?
See I got that comeback
See I got that comeback (My house)
House of lies, don’t cheat
Entrée with the Bombay
Marvin Gaye with the sharp play
I want a Sadé mixed with 'Yonce
Flipping coins in the Juke box
Looking for us at the rooftop
All this noise when the troops stops
Try to levitate, while you sipping slow
Want a 740, on a different boat
Heard she was scheming, all these fuckin' feelings
Kill you any given Sunday, really beaming
Pay me double double, now we Major Leage-ing
Pay me double, mmh mmh
You are debating who got the better season
Try to break the, I’m trying to break it even
Ang' funi dap, no ang' funi dash
I’m sixties up boy, I’m good with bags
They move the frame, don’t know who to save
But I’m getting stronger through the
Mama thought that I was going through a phase
I won’t stop til I’m bluefaced
All I wanted was to prove a case
shadow boxing was my new escape
Colour blocking, going through
These pocket rockers just don’t do
But you poppin and locking round real questions, told her to tell the truth and
I spoke fluent
My only option was a 10
My only option is a Benz
My only option is to show these suckers that my only option is to flex
I swear this hook just made me look I’m
I swear this look just got me scooping Makhathin'
I swear this hook just made me look I’m
I swear this look just got me scooping Makhathin
(This is my house, my house, my house, my house)
She drilled me not to play on the sto-ove
(This is my house, my house, my house, my house)
We built this from a grain to a ho-ome
We do this til the day that we gone, and beyond that
Now how do you respond?
See I got that comeback
See I got that comeback (My house)
House of lies, don’t cheat
Entrée with the Bombay
Marvin Gaye with the sharp play
I want a Sadé mixed with 'Yonce
Flipping coins in the Juke box
Looking for us at the rooftop
All this noise when the troops stops
Man I don’t fit in rotation, sitting in no basement thinking about luxury
I been around shooting that poppery
Walk around feeling that apathy
Now she super mad at me
Now she threw some math at me
Take a look but don’t @ me
Your favorable hooks don’t grab me
I’m freestyling, no backseat
Three stripe, no athlete
I’m three stripe, no athlete
I’m, no black script
No rewriting, know what that means
And the streetlights my
I sleep right, no caffeine
I’m, no vaccine, yeah yeah yay
They like «Assess the Gods»
I tell you my best response
I put the juice in my and call it my breakfast punch
I’m singing my glory, oh glory oh glory, it should’ve got
I feel like I’m ballin', I’m ballin' I’m ballin', I put on my best Lebron (Best
LeBron]
I swear this hook just made me look I’m
I swear this look just got me scooping Makhathin'
I swear this hook just made me look I’m
I swear this look just got me scooping Makhathin
(Oh nanana, oh nananana)
She drilled me not to play on the sto-ove
(Oh nanana, oh nananana)
We built this from a grain to a ho-ome
We do this til the day that we gone, and beyond that
Now how do you respond?
See I got that comeback
See I got that comeback (My house)