Lyrics Not Coming Home Tonight - Three Loco

Not Coming Home Tonight

I’m not coming home tonight
I’m not coming home tonight
I got a pocket full of cash, a car full of gas
So I’m not coming home tonight, home tonight
I’m not coming home tonight
I’m not coming home tonight
I got a pocket full of cash, a car full of gas
So I’m not coming home tonight (yeah)
I ain’t coming home tonight
Just got a case of Coors Light
I’m a get another DUI
Sorry fat ass, this my life
I won’t be back I’m sorry,
I’m at a Three Loco party (Viva!)
Fuckin' a cholo barbie
In Cocoa Beach, so gnarly
I don’t wanna come home
Bitch, just let a dog roam,
Hell nah I didn’t answer my phone,
I was all alone doin' drugs in a school zone
Fuck home I don’t even wanna go there,
On the road, the road to Saint Elsewhere,
I ain’t lost I’m just cruisin' Black,
I found two bitches that go ass to ass.
Motel 6 ain’t up to par
So fuck it;
I’ll just sleep in my car
Woke up on the edge of the earth
I don’t wanna go back, it ain’t worth it
Now I’m in Paris with Euro hoes
They French kissin' my dick now I’ll never go home
Billy Jean, Charlie Sheen
My blunt looks like a burrito supreme.
(taco!)
I can front page of the magazine
Now she in my face, Maybelline
Rap game Madonna, stirke a pose
Bad bitch at mi casa, foldin clothes (laundry!)
Now I’m Burt Reynolds with the Listerine (washhh)
Live half my life in a limousine
I pour my four in a zeema
My bitch asked if I treena,
Like MC Hammer have you seen her?