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homele$ – loot lyrics

[verse]
que pasa amigo
i’m back in this b+tch
if that head game is right and that p+ssy is good throw a rack at that b+tch
walk in the club with a strap in that b+tch
n+ggas they shoot like iraq in that b+tch
i peel off in the thunder bird
up in johannesburg imma lay back with this african b+tch
came from the bottom, my grand+mama house
a funeral first kicked the cameras out
ninety+nine bottles up there on the floor
we were wildin’ now it’s just like an animals house
eating up rappers, the cannibals out
bust off in your b+tch while she lay on your couch
i get head in the whip while she driving that b+tch
if you b+tch on my d+ck then my hands in her p+ssy
you think they your homies they snakes in thе end
my home boy just died, mothеr+f+ck a new friend
one day you hear it the next day you worried
still mourning my n+gga so f+ck your new b+tch
i’m drinking liquor to mask all the pain
my high coming down
imma crash, going faint
partied enough get the money my n+gga
cause one day they might come and bash in your brain
[chorus]
we up in this b+tch (up in this b+tch)
just got paid (n+gga just got paid)
got this drink in my cup (drink in my cup)
n+gga just got straight (i’m straight, n+gga)
we been on it all night (we on it)
i don’t know about you (we f+ck it up)
on the beach i sit
she wanna have my baby

[post+chorus]
give me the loot [x9]
loot [x10]

[verse 2]
east side n+gga
turn [?] into pine box
this marijuana make your motherf+cking brain stop
eyes wider than a cyclopes
might throw a b+tch ass n+gga out a side box
three strikes on my high tops
you don’t got no f+cking jams up on your ipod
becky, my god
i bet you l!ck her p+ssy leave her eyes wide
so hot its like we’re sitting over on jupiter
getting money they would think i work with lucifer
being broke was never cool to us
being glued to the concrete never new to us
your favorite rapper just a fairy tale
i’m the man cause i know his girlfriend very well
she let me f+ck her on the ferris wheel
hits south+east and got head while [?]
i never paid for the hair and nails
vodka got a n+gga spinning like a carousel
i’m harder than a n+gga tryna tear a nail
for a match i keep it fair as h+ll
you can find me in the atl
might tear the f+cking club up [?]
n+ggas scared, walk quick
now f+ck you, pay me
[chorus]
we up in this b+tch (up in this b+tch)
just got paid (n+gga just got paid)
got this drink in my cup (drink in my cup)
n+gga just got straight (i’m straight, n+gga)
we been on it all night (we on it)
i don’t know about you (we f+ck it up)
on the beach i sit
she wanna have my baby

[post+chorus]
give me the loot [x9]
loot [x10]
give me the loot [x9]
loot [x10]

- homele lyrics

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