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damjonboi - home coming lyrics

[intro]
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[verse 1: trey trey]
shoot up in the crowd like i ain’t out on probation
thoughts about gettin’ back, they took that band off my ankle
we don’t even f+ck with pistols no more
mickey mouse on the ar, it’s not no fifties no more (d+mn, that sh+t slap)
pop out and we slide, surprise, surprise
put the flash on you, make you pose before you die (b+tch)
put my fire to boys, my young n+ggas love to slide
send my ass on it, how i’m ‘fore we out here lookin’ down
n+ggas never f+cked with us, we gon’ get on n+ggas’ ass
n+ggas playin’ both sides, stab ’em in the back
spend my last on that bag, i knew i wasn’t gon’ doublе back
i’ll step up for my brother ’cause i know hе got my back
we bought some weird white, had to show up in all black
he ain’t get that sh+t right? lil’ bro left him in the grass
ask big bro what’s the time, he say, “it’s sixty on my head”
pull up at the wrong time and we put thirty in your whip
used to do some wild sh+t, i guess i ain’t understand
still’ll do some wild sh+t, but you gotta make me mad
lil’ bro ridin’ hot as f+ck, all these bl!ckies in the van
trey trey on some wild sh+t, i got a mickie in my hand
give a f+ck who you is, we ain’t picky when we press
make a call to the press, and it’s a fifty in your chest
if you ain’t in jail or dead, why i ain’t seen you in a minute?
f+ck you leave me for, lil’ mike? you know i need you to be with me
[verse 2: damjonboi]
they ain’t let us in with pole, catch that n+gga, we gon’ stomp him
richer than your baby daddy, got more money than your uncle
bro just caught a body, but ain’t speak about it ’cause he humble
hit stick a n+gga while he field and make him fumble
big crib in the sticks, but i still be in the jungle
she could be a bad b+tch, still gon’ treat her like a runner
all in these n+ggas’ way, i’ve been f+ckin’ up they summers
feelin’ like p in ’99 jumpin’ out this hummer
i was showin’ love, all i got back was jealousy (d+mn)
f+ck buildin’ a bond, b+tch, i’m tryna build a legacy (for real)
i’m tryna drop this verse, but your b+tch keep on textin’ me (sh+t)
apply more pressure what my brothers keep on telling me, hmm
all these motherf+ckin’ foreigns look like homecoming
b+tch went in the bathroom, and came out with her nose runnin’
squad’ll get to beatin’ a n+gga ass like he done stole somethin’
we don’t do no three+fives, i want the whole onion
had ten b+tches at the bar and had some more comin’
i got two pieces from hutch and they both custom
my ex got a boyfriend, i guess we both f+ckin’
birthday boy with this fn, i’ll blow somethin’, hmm

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