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ak tarantino & d.b chapo - not going home lyrics

[intro: ak tarantino]
b+tch, i [?], hoe [?] trickin’ on me
d+mn, why you trickin’ on me?
d+mn, why you trickin’ on me?
huh, d+mn, why you trickin’ on me?

[verse 1: ak tarantino]
d+mn, i’m tryna get down to business
brought a milf out to the crib, i know she f+ckin’ with me
[?] i pack this f+ckin’ fifty
said this a smooth whip, i don’t know what the f+ck i put in it
what the f+ck i done put in it
said this a smooth whip, i don’t know what the f+ck i put in it
said this a smooth whip, i don’t know what the f+ck i put in it
said this a smooth whip, i don’t know what the f+ck i put in it
what the f+ck i done put in it, what the f+ck i done put in it

[chorus: ak tarantino]
ayy, roll the dice
ayy, i got two bad b+tches tryna blow the pipe
shake the bottle of rosé, i’m gettin’ throwed tonight
hey, showin’ signs
you might not go home tonight (ayy, ayy, ayy)

[verse 2: ak tarantino]
[?] one and only, f+ck my homie for a big chain
[?] and bust it down, she shake it like a swing set
bad bitty, gon’ bust it open, sound like a [?]
you pulled off in a corolla when i pullеd off in that big ‘vette
d+mn, wherе the drugs at?
see the b+tches in the back, but where the doves at?
where your gun at?
i just bought a [?] tryna locate where the nugs at, d+mn
i ain’t tryna be locked away, ain’t a prison place
dashin’ in this tracky like pac+man, i ate that b+tch away
i wrap a bow, the mac in the mag’, it sounds of a dinner plate
ayy, i feel like lil tony, b+tch, i keep that bl!ck in ten
you think you fly, but i think that you out of sauce like a motherf+ckin’ chicken
wing out, pop your cuz’ with a bl!ck, then i [?]
everything that you see is not what it seem, hey
[verse 3: d.b chapo]
ayy, you can’t never get your hoe back
she can’t ever get her phone back
huh, you can’t ever get your hoe back
you’ll never get your hoe back
ayy, got all kinds of the fetty, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout wap
put a clip inside the gun, and it look just like a [?]
i got a hunnid some rounds, and i hop out with stock
i bet the drac’, he take you down and run you out with your pops
go over hills with the bimmer, i upgraded the shots
it’s built to spin around and slide around like all of the blocks
i got a hunnid some shots, i got a hunnid some rocks
for all the junkies that be fiendin’, they be runnin’ to cop
i said you can’t ever get your hoe back
she can’t ever get her phone back
i might bust open the cognac
take it in the whip, i play the music, then we drove back
i might, i might play the throwback
robbin’ on some kodak
plug in with the game just like the woadie was a phone jack
[?] in the hoodie, i hung it up on a coat rack, hey, yeah
i put forgis on the whip, i’ma slide around with a red key
foe’nem with the drac’, it’s connectin’ right to your neck piece
[?] at your belly, i spin in the f+ckin’ telly
look like middle of the pb+and+j with strawberry jelly
[chorus: d.b chapo & ak tarantino]
ayy, roll the dice
ayy, i got two bad b+tches tryna blow the pipe (ayy, ayy, ayy, yep)
shake the bottle of rosé, i’m gettin’ throwed tonight
hey, showin’ signs
you might not go home tonight (ayy, what?)
ayy, roll the dice
ayy, i got two bad b+tches tryna blow the pipe
shake the bottle of rosé, i’m gettin’ throwed tonight
hey, showin’ signs
you might not go home tonight (ayy, ayy, ayy)

- ak tarantino d b chapo lyrics

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