| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Hungry Nigga
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| I heard you were home alone
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| Oh oh, oh, ohh
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| Gucci: Legends
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| Old boy, killer cam, trunk full of old boy
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| Murking fuck boys in the hood like Dope Boy
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| Oh my good grief damn, who is this guy?
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| Gucci on a mob tie looking like a wise guy
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| Working with 5 I cut it on the
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| If it ain’t a fork I can whip it with a wire
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| You don’t got a scale, I can do it with my eye-eye
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| Couldn’t find a scrap so I whipped him with a tire iron
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| Egg beater fast, nigga bread do the work
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| Got your whole neighborhood stash in my book bag
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| My worker said ‘Wop looked good with a crook hat
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| Told that bitch to get butt naked when she cooked that
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| Versace, medusa head, neat, where my fleece at
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| Told that bitch she might turn to stone if she look back
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| A rapper, a trapper, two hats, my but my head back
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| Bricks come with four in the pack like a kit kat
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| Plain Jane, rolling 50 thou, ginger P
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| Cash out shouldn’t of said that, it should’ve been a secret
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| Me and P geekin, please keep a secret
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| Thug make me mad, he forgot where the weed at
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| Riding around with two girls
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| I ain’t talking bout Haiti or Marie
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| Home alone with no help
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| Ain’t nothing but this motherfucking carbon
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| I’m riding around with two boys
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| I ain’t talking bout Jake or Kyvion
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| I’m traffickin' that ball, that ball like I’m the Edison
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| Traffickin', traffickin', traffickin'
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| Traffickin' traffickin', traffickin', that yay
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| I’m home alone, I’m home alone
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| I’m home alone and I’m traffickin', that yayo, yayo, yayo
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| We don’t need no motherfucking dope
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| This bitch beating down the floor
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| We just bought an Audemar
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| Gio go, Gio go, Gio go, Gio go, Gio go
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| Million DK, I’m a slug
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| I mug every motherfucking club I enter
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| Gave him 17 5 for the slug, lay em down
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| Open my mouth saying baby girl enter
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| I remember when I couldn’t afford a car
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| Now we got a million dollar worth of rentals
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| I remember when I used to ask for a dog
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| Now I got a free dog for my denture nigga
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| Wow, Longway got chicks in the Phantom
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| 3 white bitches, molly in the middle
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| Smoking gas with my thumb in the middle
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| Is it gooey, is it bushy, is it funky, did you diss it?
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| My shoes are on Jumanji you, YSL, she the prettiest
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| Fool with designer, everything come from Italy
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| Casper the ghost, I’m on my Forgiato killing them
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| Tommy gun out on my tummy, I’m Longway Dillinger
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| 100 round drum my gun, don’t make me spit at you
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| Hit at you, I murder for fun, you fucking bumbaclot
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| Booted up on molly, I spray through your ho, you throw em out
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| Don’t play with my funds
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| I make your bitch ass do the walk it out
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| Bad Panamanian passenger in my Panamera
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| Kinda like I’m in a motherfucking Camera
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| For a couple more I got Longway on Lil Daryl
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| Two chicks in the trunk of llama, Alcatraz
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| Bricks of the dirty harry, VVS’s got to stare
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| Call the squad from Delaware, just book this
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| Keep changing the color of her hair, she Dennis Rodman
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| Mailman drop off the box, that mean that loud in
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| Keep some cash out, I’m thugging for dollars
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| My hermes buckle cost me thousands
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| If you ain’t two white chick, bitch don’t bother
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| Cause I ain’t got room for you in my Impala
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| Pockets on sumo, wore the Rolex other day, now the Hublot
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| In Miami got your bitch on the jet skis
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| Take her to the room and that pussy jet ski
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| Dirty money in the Swiss account
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| That money that you talking like my bitch’s mouth
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| Had my old bricks at my old bitch’s house
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| Paid her rent full time, then I kicked her out nigga
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| New plug, hey I got to switch him out
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| New cars, hey I got to switch em out
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| 80 K for the S6, I could get that that bitch, that bitch, that bitch
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| And that bitch, naw mean, turn up in the booty club
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| All she want is a half inch, fuck it up
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| Fuck it up, that’s what I do for her
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| Let your hair blow shit, no roof for her
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| I’m a dog shit, so you know that I roof for her
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| If she don’t fuck, then you know that I’m booting her
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| Who the hell taught you how to fuck, girl, tune it up
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| I’m leaning, I bet the pot it stay leaning
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| My pockets, they stay scheming
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| With the head, they ain’t tryna' do shit
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| Tryna' double up, two bitches on me
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| Tell them hoes double up
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| Head so good, WTF, what the fuck
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| Hashtag, in the black Jag
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| Fucked her girlfriend, now she calling me the natnat
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| Million DK, I’m a slug
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| I mug every motherfucking club I enter
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| Gave him 17 5 for the slug, lay em down
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| Open my mouth saying baby girl enter
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| I remember when I couldn’t afford a car
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| Now we got a million dollar worth of rentals
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| I remember when I used to ask for a dog
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| Now I got a free dog for my denture nigga |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home Alone, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song El Chapos Home, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп