Lyrics

You ain't my homie You ain't my homie You ain't my homie no You ain't my homie no You ain't my homie I ain't your homie No, we ain't homie that all No, we ain't homie that all What happened to you What you fell up again, We use to kick you off But now enough you're not the same And you changed, I think that I would fuck with that bitch Can't believe you leave it and you come ask me that shit But you did And now I feel the shit's getting ugly My heart is hungry Fuck you what you still feeling jump You need to slow us down, But only the facts Put your pipe down and shake the monkey fuck you back You need to chop it With the bullshit that you get in My nans stays in line and when it's 50 keep it darling Shhhh No telephone is never for you fail until my kindness over witness I see you trying to keep the sock in the doll over he said she secret And that's a weird shit that ain't you steelo You went from ten to zero have my total fucking loyalty Pesci and De Nirom but fuck it, Now it's just a thing in the past if we meet up in the mirror Fuck the Tonka with blacks cuz that's your ass I use the phony trick And never in your mother fucking life call me you on me bitch cuz... You ain't my homie You ain't my homie You ain't my homie no You ain't my homie no You ain't my homie I ain't you homie No we ain't homie that all No we ain't homie that all You walk around with your head up, but You went down When you work out with you should trade shit You fucking clowns Play the part if you want you but we know the real You lock it up before you'd ever think of a push to steal You ain't a ride a little wet so quit acting hard And all the ink that you got blasted on the East George harbors Fake get your steel cuz your shit through Now I'm putting on the theater when I see you I come before the neck cuz I'm head bust What you used to be You ain't no more mutherfuck I quit to say what I'm all about You piece of shit you keep the south about your fucking mouth I wicked lick my finger moving up and down the page And my heart is steady beat is full of fucking rage I'm in the cage right and lyrics bitch you know what's up I'm doing what I'm a real kid that we don't give a fuck So all you think it's wanna be gangsters now you casket blow me So Why you Bobby your head remember bitch you're ain't my own You ain't my homie You ain't my homie You ain't my homie no You ain't my homie no You ain't my homie I ain't your homie No we ain't homie that all No we ain't homie that all Here I go once again I was getting worse Literally I'm causing trauma to your ears burst No pulling punches okay that's my gear down I'm pulling covers like a punch on target shit now And baby face you would ask race to the southern structure Now tree you know better than a fucking buster Claim to be a rider but you not dog You run around like you were killing You ain't our dough You just a goofy in a tank full of big fishes Trying to hide out but I see you walk the lower snitches Dress up like bitches in knocking with your straw hats Scattered that hat at the cage trying to dodge this rap And now you dug another dummy laying in the cup And you got deal with them see you're fucking with them guns You fucking pumpkin if I'm wrong they come out to play Came up with the jacket that they get you bitches says you gay If I fell a motherfucker, you ain't from my city Where their dancers come to play young, we show no pity From the rooftop to the payment yeah, the city blocks Off on the west coast we gaming and we bust on cops I don't associate with who do well at fucking bitches Or even walk the light with all the fucking snitches Live him in snitches when I'm catch him now you maggots blow me Let's get it straight for the record bitch you're ain't my homie You ain't my homie You ain't my homie You ain't my homie no You ain't my homie no You ain't my homie I ain't you homie No we ain't homie that all No we ain't homie that all
Writer(s): Dl Down3r Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out