| Gotta make it back home
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| Hope my girl don’t realize I done left my phone
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| Gotta trunk full of fed time, I gotta get this gone
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| I ain’t really no rapper just been running shit this long
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| Gotta make it back home
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| Hope my girl don’t realize I done left my phone
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| What I got in this raw paper cone, this shits so strong
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| Feeling like I can’t feel my face, this shits so wrong
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| You ain’t never ever been this high (Huh)
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| Even with a pair of wings, you never been this fly (Nope)
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| Your life sucks I know you wish you would’ve been this guy (Haha)
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| I can’t even buy draws, I gotta shop in disguise (Yeah)
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| All I’m really worried bout is when another bag gonna come (Bag gone come)
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| And if you didn’t help me earn it, my nigga don’t ask for none (You ain’t
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| getting shit)
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| They already know I wanna bourbon, I ain’t gotta ask for one (Ask for one)
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| So real if I dress like a fuck nigga, still couldn’t pass for one (Hell nah)
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| I’m 1 Deep but I’m world wide, so my one deep is we (Aye)
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| No three sixty, I’m independent, my one deep is free (Aye)
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| I’m right handed, I’m left handed, my one deep is G (Oh)
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| Street Military, my alma mater
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| No disrespect to dad, ya’ll my father
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| Gotta make it back home
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| Hope my girl don’t realize I done left my phone
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| Gotta trunk full of fed time, I gotta get this gone
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| I ain’t really no rapper just been running shit this long
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| Gotta make it back home
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| Hope my girl don’t realize I done left my phone
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| What I got in this raw paper cone, this shits so strong
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| Feeling like I can’t feel my face, this shits so wrong
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| Ok, huh
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| Let me tell you why I don’t give a fuck
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| Cuz they always hating on me, talking shit about me, so I don’t give a fuck
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| If they hating on ya, cool, let them hate, you should never think about giving
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| up
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| Keep stunting on 'em, like I’m stunting on 'em on, yea I know these hoe niggas
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| sick of us
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| If I wanna get me a house, I go get it
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| If I wanna get me a car, I hop in it
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| Pull up at the cemetery with a smile on my face, I’m like check it out mama,
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| I did it
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| I will not accept a check if it fuck with my manhood, I be like no I ain’t wit
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| it
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| Acting like I’m better than everybody, don’t pass me the reggie,
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| you know I won’t hit it
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| I no longer need a stash spot
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| Gotta lotta credit bout to cash out
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| These ain’t loner keys, these are owner keys, can’t nobody ever put my ass out
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| Didn’t drink this, but I drunk enough of that, I think playa bout to pass out
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| I just pulled a 84 out the shop, should I tint it up or leave it glass
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| If I gotta kill 'em, Ima kill 'em dead, I never would kill 'em a lil bit
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| If we celebrating, Ima overpour the glasses, I ain’t gonna fill them a lil bit
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| The score is ridiculous, blow you motherfuckers out, I’m not winning a lil bit
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| My life is a movie, so ya’ll wanna sue me, I know you bitches wanna lil bit
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| Gotta make it back home
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| Hope my girl don’t realize I done left my phone
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| Gotta trunk full of fed time, I gotta get this gone
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| I ain’t really no rapper just been running shit this long
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| Gotta make it back home
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| Hope my girl don’t realize I done left my phone
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| What I got in this raw paper cone, this shits so strong
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| Feeling like I can’t feel my face, this shits so wrong |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make it Bacc Home , by - Z-Ro. Song from the album Rohammad Ali, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп