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ralo - come home lyrics

[intro: becky bad-ss]
(the avengers)
ooh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

[verse 1: becky bad-ss]
you’re taking too d-mn long
got me all about my sleep, lookin’ at my phone
i don’t know what you want
better stop tryin’ me and bring your -ss home
i don’t understand why you’re tryin’ to hurt me
seems like all i do is cry, you don’t deserve me
i can’t believe i’m gettin’ this from you
when you were doing time, i was doin’ time too
mr. telephone man, is somethin’ wrong with my line?
when i call my baby’s number, the voicemail every time
i can’t describe how hard i really rocked with you
who was there when them hoes ain’t have no time for you

[chorus: becky bad-ss]
’cause you’ve been out in the streets all day, daddy, come home
i miss you, i don’t wanna be alone (i don’t wanna be alone)
why should i have to wait for you to come home?
when you was locked up i had money on the phone
’cause you’ve been out in the streets all day, daddy, come home
i miss you, i don’t wanna be alone (i don’t wanna be alone)
why should i have to wait for you to come home?
when you was locked up i had money on the phone

[verse 2: ralo]
famgoon!
i’ve been workin’ all day, f-ck what them people say
when i get time i eat that p-ssy on my lunch break
and if you run away, i promise i’m gon’ hunt you down
and if we beefin’ every night i’m here to gun you down
i’m the n-gga ’round the town and you the b-tch that held me down
i sell the bricks, you sell the pounds, we do this sh-t in every town
you never talk for free, you know our time is money
i told my baby wait for me, you know my time is coming
i know that p-ssy don’t wait for me
i appreciate it faithfully
i know these b-tches be chasin’ me
but you the one made a way for me
i never forgot, i’ll never forget it
none of these b-tches ain’t in your position
i know that i got a lil’ baby that listen
she don’t do nothin’ without my permission

[interlude: ralo & becky bad-ss]
know i appreciate every dollar you put on the mothaf-ckin’ phone, n-gga, yeah, i appreciate it. and if i don’t pick up the phone, that don’t mean i’m with another b-tch. you dig? (come home) i’m talkin’ to you, baby, yeah

[verse 3: ralo & becky bad-ss]
if i do not pick up the phone, that don’t mean i’m out here cheatin’
why every time you do not see me, you think that i’m out here creepin’
boy you be tellin’ me lies, i know you really be sneakin’
you don’t even f-ck me the same, it’s like we rarely be speakin’
do i gotta talk to the p-ssy to make it right?
i hope to god that you can take it right
the s-x don’t make it right, just come home at night
everything done in the dark is gon’ come to light
(the way we light it up)
i light that p-ssy on fire, i didn’t make it home, but i tried
i’ve just been stickin’ outside, that sh-t a part of the home
daddy, daddy, come home (daddy, come home)
daddy, daddy, come home (daddy, come home)

- ralo lyrics

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