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Knxwledge - Komehomewithme lyrics

Artist: Knxwledge

album: WT.Prt15


Come on home with me, early '90s
It wasn't pearly and shiny, I was certainly grimy
'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes
Or jewelry with the X-O's, my house had asbestos
I'm fixin' up a 60 pack
Where the kitty cat? Mice runnin' around the damn sticky trap
Come on home with me (home), where my mother found my crack platter
Threw it away so I snapped at her
She picked up a bat like McGwire
For that matter hit me, I was back at her
Come home where I ducked the DTs
Lyin' around the corner, but I'm gettin' the free cheese
Come on home with me, where I stand on my post
Playin' my toast, dinner here was mayonnaise and toast and pepper
Many nights I done slept with a heifer
Any beef came, it left on a stretcher, Killa
Come on home with me, where they rap and be flossin'
Where I begged Kim to have the abortion
Money bring back extortion, caution
Ain't no trackin' an orphan, relax in a coffin (oh)
And the bitch know I'm serious, 'cause I'm never scared, ma
Unless you miss your period, so come home with me
Where the girls who wanna come home with me? (Home with me)
They say, "Cam, if you need dome, hit me"
Love to see the chrome whippy
The car, a quarter mil', on the wheels I done blown 50
Dice game blown 50, Jones loan 60
Head cracks thrown swiftly, took it home with me
So come home with me, where a nigga make star bucks (uh-huh)
I'm about to cop a Starbucks
I reversed all my hard luck
Now I'm at the dealer buyin' cars, trucks
Aw, shucks
Yo, come home with me
To the streets, the slums, the ghetto, that's home to me
Every night my girl crying, "Come home to me" (uh-huh)
No, come home with me, where it's so many cops
The block is boiling and the food is spoiled
But that pot with the rock is boiling
Same pot mommy cook with, left the oil in
Come on home with me, where these bitches is frauds
Niggas don't listen to broads (boy, never)
They have you sittin' in court for kids that ain't yours
Come home with me, where every day the glocks go pop
Where the front door's broke and them locks don't lock
Come home with me, dog, where the beef is seekin'
Kids don't trick or treat, they get tricked for treatin'
Come home with me, where the pistol's squeezin'
Niggas twist ya cheek in, rip to pieces
Our kids get even, come home with me
Don't leave your condoms behind
'Cause them bitches leave the martians behind
Pray to God that I'm fine, come on home with me
Come on zone with me, come on walk through this cold city
Where these kids need food (that's right)
Niggas need guidance and bitches need rules
Come on home with me, where niggas livin' off they last bucks
Phone is off, rent is backed up (uh-huh)
Come home with me, niggas strap up
Hit the street, gats up, clack up and get they money back up
Come home with me, every block got a crack in it (uh-uh)
Every hallway got a nigga with some crack in it (with sauce)
Don't get trapped in it (uh)
Come on home with me, where my parents would, um
Leave me alone, so early I was free to just roam
Seven keys to the home, 11 trees to the dome
13, I ran the streets with the chrome
Come on home with me, where the buses don't run
And my dogs stay bustin' they gun
Think that gettin' caught by justice is fun?
Keep a blade up in they gums
This is Harlem, where the fuck is you from? (Uh)
Come on home with me
Every few minutes was a knock at the door
Fiends comin', coppin' the raw, clothes, kicks, socks on the floor
Mommy like, "Be quiet 'cause I really think them cops at the door"
"Is them locks on the door?"
Come on home with me, where grandmothers is 30
One gram of that butter is 30
Four grand is my cut from the birdy
School, cuttin' it early
Don't stutter, motherfuckers you heard me, uh
Come on home with me, these are the facts
Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked
Mike Tyson punched Mitch Green in the face
Sarge snatched by the Feds, we was the case
No shit, he still pleadin' his case, come home with me
Hoes say, "That's Jones with you?"
"What, I wouldn't take him home with you"
Come home with me, get stoned with me, be zoned with me
The chrome you see, the Jones you see
Dipset, come home with me, uh
Dipset nigga, Jim Jones, Capo status
Killa, Freekey Zekey, Juelz Santana
Blaka the don (facts), Diplomatic
We comin' for y'all, two double one (uh-uh), brra
For life (what's up?), Hold that down (uh-huh), and what?
Harlem, Harlem, Harlem

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