Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Homies , by - Waka Flocka Flame. Release date: 30.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Homies |
| A long ride to the west |
| M.O.B. |
| tatted on my chest |
| Lord, please don’t let me rest |
| Why these niggas wanna stress? |
| Dear God, please give me strength |
| One time, I don’t got friends |
| Shawty, this how we rocking |
| Red flags out our pockets |
| Tear drops on my partner face |
| Murder one, shawty, we beat the case |
| Bullshit, ain’t got time for it |
| Couple mil, on our grind for it |
| Homeboys, we gone ride for it |
| What I say out my mouth, I’ma die for it |
| Shawty, this how we rocking |
| Red flags out our pockets |
| Tear drops on my partner face |
| Murder one, shawty, we beat the case |
| Bullshit, ain’t got time for it |
| Couple mil, on our grind for it |
| Homeboys, we gone ride for it |
| What I say out my mouth, I’ma die for it |
| Hopped back, show you my pop game |
| Make a warfare, that’s my mind frame |
| Booty gon' go high octane |
| Flock on the west like Pac came |
| I’m from the hood, it’s a shit pot |
| Don’t know the right niggas, you’re gonna get got |
| I go hard, know they wanna kill me, but I got these G’d up |
| Fuck a schoolgirl, want a ratchet |
| Sherm stick smoke like acid |
| Hit that shit one time, now the boy straight gone |
| These folks, we got the throne, we known to get it on |
| Respect to the, doing it the G way till God take me home |
| My turf got me on |
| I wish a motherfucker would try to take my chain |
| I’ma be fighting murder like Gucci Mane |
| Big rocks in the pinky, red and white |
| They all around my ring like a Tyson fight |
| You know I fuck they eyes up when I hit the block |
| Red drop of like chicken pox |
| Big biscuit, I’ll give your ass a one-piece special |
| And leave the club with twelve bitches, I must be special |
| We’re smoking out like the |
| Fuck a bodyguard, I’ll be somebody’s ass |
| Chain on, all rocky |
| Put that ring on and I’ll feel like Rocky |
| P Smurf, I gets my chips |
| Scratched up like a CD that skips |
| My beat down low, I feel like Tip |
| Lucky Charms on my chain, your bitch a little flip |
| Shawty, this how we rocking |
| Red flags out our pockets |
| Tear drops on my partner face |
| Murder one, shawty, we beat the case |
| Bullshit, ain’t got time for it |
| Couple mil, on our grind for it |
| Homeboys, we gone ride for it |
| What I say out my mouth, I’ma die for it |
| Shawty, this how we rocking |
| Red flags out our pockets |
| Tear drops on my partner face |
| Murder one, shawty, we beat the case |
| Bullshit, ain’t got time for it |
| Couple mil, on our grind for it |
| Homeboys, we gone ride for it |
| What I say out my mouth, I’ma die for it |
| I mean what I say, I say what I mean |
| I bleed what I bang, I bang what I bleed |
| Inglewood A, V to the E |
| 700 block, NHP |
| The ain’t Bloods in the LPB |
| Trigger fingers and thumbs just like me |
| The ATM Elm Streey smell like beef |
| We’ll take your brick squad, nigga, so icy |
| Diamond Enterprise in a realm full of |
| Doing the speed limit, trying to get on the five |
| Real nigga spitting, you can see it in my eyes |
| Tattoo tears mean a nigga done died |
| My nigga’s brain fried, going gang ties |
| That’s where I’m from, guaranteed to bang mine |
| Throw me in the county jail, walk the main line |
| I’ll bang mines till the day I die |
| Can’t talk to no bitches, don’t approach me |
| Can’t no nigga run me |
| Ain’t no nigga coaching me |
| What, you Phil Jackson? |
| Got dreadhead killers like Haitian Jack |
| They so active |
| Ready to let them burners clap |
| And I’ma lie back and chill, all I chase is stacks |
| All I know is mug and grill |
| All I know is hug the steel |
| These damn white guys got a young nigga flexing |
| Popping at the mouth, I’ma teach your ass a lesson |
| I thumped his ass out like the A-Town Braves |
| Foaming out the mouth like a Alka-Seltzer |
| These hands can’t do it like the |
| Shawty, I’m so P-funk |
| Shawty, this how we rocking |
| Red flags out our pockets |
| Tear drops on my partner face |
| Murder one, shawty, we beat the case |
| Bullshit, ain’t got time for it |
| Couple mil, on our grind for it |
| Homeboys, we gone ride for it |
| What I say out my mouth, I’ma die for it |
| Shawty, this how we rocking |
| Red flags out our pockets |
| Tear drops on my partner face |
| Murder one, shawty, we beat the case |
| Bullshit, ain’t got time for it |
| Couple mil, on our grind for it |
| Homeboys, we gone ride for it |
| What I say out my mouth, I’ma die for it |
| Flocka, Waka, Flocka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Flocka, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Brick Squad |
| Funk, funk, funk, funk for life, Waka Flocka |
| Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Waka, Brick Squad |
| Flocka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Waka, Waka, yeah |
| Waka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Brick Squad |