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bobby brillo - im going home lyrics

[verse 1]

when i take you to the club and we’re drinking, it’s on me
champagne, grey goose, and the henny, it’s all free
i’m not ballin’ but i’d treat you like any baller or g
buy expensive dinners and keeping it vip
and you know me, i’m smooth like your cootchie is bare
they call me bobby to the brillz or the brillionaire
i got you boo, cause i’m one h-ll of a dude
i don’t mean to be rude but can we finish off in the nude?
if you don’t d-ck dive, get out of my ride
if you don’t ride bone, leave me alone
if you don’t suck d-ck, get out of my crib (get out my crib)
i bought you food and all of your drinks
and you ain’t down to touch my d-nk
i listened to your stupid jokes
that sh-t ain’t jokes

[hook]

if you ain’t tuggin’ on me
and you ain’t rubbin’ on me
and you ain’t f-ckin’ on me
then i’m goin’ home
if you ain’t slidin’ on me
and you ain’t grindin’ on me
and you ain’t ridin’ on me
then i’m goin’ home
if you ain’t trickin’ on me
and you ain’t l!ckin’ on me
and you ain’t sittin’ on me
then i’m goin’ home
if you ain’t ho-in’ on me
your mouth ain’t open on me
and you ain’t blowin’ on me
then i’m goin’ home

[verse 2]

i thought we had an understanding as soon as my money has landed
now i’m blowing all of my dough for unspoken s-xual plannin’
why are you being such a tease after wine and expensive cheese?
i should be getting a reach-around even, or at the least!
b-tch, please! why do you think i’m made of rubies and gold?
trying to call up some other groupies that be waitin’ on hold
and they ain’t scared of p-ss, they ain’t about to be cold
they know what’s up when i be going out and spendin’ my dough holla!
so touch my d-ck, or get out of my whip
if you don’t l!ck b-lls, don’t come at all
if you don’t l!ck -ss, don’t spend my cash (don’t spend my cash)
cause we went out and we had fun
and now your acting like a nun
don’t act like you ain’t seen a d-ck (come on man!)
cause that’s bullsh-t!

[hook]

[outro]

yo, for real tho man, seriously
i spend all my sh-t on you all night
and your like “i love bobby brillo”
and the all of a sudden, when it’s f-ckin’ crunch time son
you ain’t puttin’ out, what the f-ck?
what you think i am, a motherf-ckin’ atm?
you can go f-ck yourself man
yo, i’m goin’ the f-ck home
i’m taking my f-ckin’ zip and i’m taking my f-ckin’ grip
and i’m flippin’ you the bird, quite honestly
honestly i’ll be a f-ckin’ gentleman
until you f-ckin’ pull some sh-t
you pull some sh-t, you pull some f-ckin’ gold digger sh-t man
what you think i’m thurston howell man, i ain’t got f-ckin’ money
holla at bill gates b-tch, peace!
bobby brillo, i’m out son!

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