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marlo - my home lyrics

[intro]
dj durel

[chorus: quavo]
woo woo woo
skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt, don’t hit the pothole (skrrt skrrt)
pull up on the gang gang with my eyes closed (yeah, gang gang)
i’ma take ’em all to the top floor (floor, to the top, to the top, let’s go)
yeah (ayy), yeah
pull up on a bad b-tch, look like my ho (she bad though)
rubber bands bustin’, call it skyzone (boing, brrt brrt)
that’s the money callin’ my phone (brrt, brrt, brrt)
got the fives and the tens stashed in my home (woo)
nawfside of the a, that be my home (nawf)
sh-t, nawfside drive, that be my home (nawf)
sh-t, on the west side, that be my home (west)
east and the south side, that be my home

[verse 1: quavo]
money on money on money on money, let’s stack it up (stack it)
money on money on money on money, let’s stack it up (rack it)
coupes on coupes on coupes, on who gon’ drag with us
n-gga we all havin’ hoes now, put ’em in the bag with us (hoes)
gang comin’ through sideways, no embarr-ssing us (doo-doo-doo)
traphouse like a fireplace when it’s fired up (hah-hah-hah-hah)
og like to see a young n-gga growed up (og)
young n-gga put your cups up ’cause we poured up (pour me)
get on my line, we all gon’ have a good time, do that instead of a nine
it’s all a buy, you know the huncho in line to be the greatest all time
n-gga we all gon’ shine
ice out the whole d-mn gang, i don’t even mind (ice)
twenty bad b-tches outside
twenty real n-ggas in the vip, we all gon’ vibe (yeah)

[verse 2: marlo]
i be on the coolest sh-t f-ckin’ coolest b-tches
and i give her d-ck in her stomach, call it a ruler clip
while my young n-gga from the west side be on that foolish sh-t
and i got some young n-ggas from the east side be on that murder
some n-ggas you never heard of
and then i take it all the way to the nawf
so n-gga who you workin’?
we get down, we call that dirt
you playin’ with the migos, n-gga we murk
send a hit on your people, yeah i murked
and the four-five new gang, n-gga i earned it, uh
skrrt skrrt, n-gga done grabbed the pot
kickin’ that dope, tryna see if sh-t real or not
’cause most these n-ggas be fake, these n-ggas be squealing out
and i put up a hundred racks and i got it off the block
and i serve my crackers straight drop
and then four fee say he got the drop on an opp
so then he spin the block
i gave him half when them shots popped
had to make sure we don’t hit the pot
whole cup, we goin’ to the top

[chorus: quavo]
woo woo woo
skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt, don’t hit the pothole (skrrt skrrt)
pull up on the gang gang with my eyes closed (yeah, gang gang)
i’ma take ’em all to the top floor (floor, to the top, to the top, let’s go)
yeah (ayy), yeah
pull up on a bad b-tch, look like my ho (she bad though)
rubber bands bustin’, call it skyzone (boing, brrt brrt)
that’s the money callin’ my phone (brrt, brrt)
got the fives and the tens stashed in my home (woo)
nawfside of the a, that be my home (nawf)
sh-t, nawfside drive, that be my home (nawf)
sh-t, on the west side, that be my home (west)
east and the south side, that be my home

- marlo lyrics

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