girl And if we go home and make love This could be the best night of your life So girl, let me ask you a question while we're sipping Bud Are you going home
bike until i get home Gonna ride my bike until i get home Gonna ride my bike until i get home Gonna ride my bike until i get home (Verse 2) Thinking '
Tyga] Uhh, fast money I don't slow dance, Young Money muthafucka till the world end, Money over weight, bitch, Rosanne, I don't listen to these kids, grown
of a boy Who's learned to love you but has also learned to grow Could we make it better, stormy weather? So hard to know Oh, oh, oh, is there anybody home
me everything is wonderful now I go to school and I run and play I tell the kids that it's all okay I laugh aloud so my friends won't know When the
better ask somebody. i am the show at the after party. im stackin dough aint gotta sell crack no mo stay on my grind. got a lotta kids at home. gotta
want these clothes you wanna stay fly get your mind and your money right right now all my kids all of em got trust funds so when they grow up they can
He used to play in daddy's uniform With the stripes across the sleeve And he knew when he was all grown up What he was gonna to be He used to like to
raised right Still these streets ain't nothin' nice They can't change the cost of life And you know that I know That I must grow to see my kids grow
Other kids were ridin' bikes, but that was the age when I became a man, learned to stand, on my own One dog, no bone, so young, so grown Kid left home
'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home Hey baby please come home Cause it won't be long I promise that I'm coming I'm coming home Hey baby please
shooter 16 year old mc trooper always recorder walk wid da Lord not a borer Mr.munk's raw to da corer u got ur wifey ur at home lipsin her up she see
display If you're still free start running away Cause we're coming for you! I've grown tired of holding this post I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
If you're still free start runnin' away 'Cause we're comin' for ya I've grown tired of holding this pose I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
with my pay Old dirt road Knee deep snow Watching the fire as we grow old I got a man to stick it out And make a home from a rented house And we'll
too tired Some nights we?ll sit romancin? Watchin' the late show by the fire When our kids are grown with kids of their own They?ll send us away to a little home
don't be me, 'cause if you grow up and you go and O.D. They're gonna come for me and I'ma have to grow a goatee And get a disguise and hide, 'cause it
't kill you What? Oh my God, don't kill me I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin' around Just don't kill me, I have two kids at home I said, I'm not