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Bknott - Coming Home lyrics

Artist: Bknott

album: Splitscreen


Yeah, it's been a... it's been a minute, but I'm really back
Like I, I really ain't going no fuckin' where
And I been smoking... smoking... smoking
We out'chea with it, feeling a little uhh
This shit surreal to me
You ask me how this shit feel, it feel surreal
Having all the... sauce in the city
It just brings so much attention, negative and positive
She like when I'm coming home, I ain't coming home
Girl, text me, please don't call, this that money phone
Know I had to bring a zone, smoke a half in cones
Nah, I ain't coming back, running from my problems
Pulled up on my foes, duckin' from the po-po
Dutch, touched a lotta blunts, fronts a no no
I get fronted, I get blunted, I got played, I got hunted
I got betrayed, I got
I got blunted, I got blunted
She like when I'm coming home, I ain't coming home
Girl, text me, please don't call, this that money phone
Know I had to bring a zone, smoke a half in cones
Nah, I ain't coming back, running from my problems
Smoking that weed out the cone
I'm passing that shit to my lone
They thinking nobody is home
I know it has been to long
We catching up over the phone
I'm holding my breath and I'm holding my own
Making a mil and I come of the dome
I'm telling my bro
Hold it at home while I ain't at home
I moved on and gone
In a new zone with new shit to learn
I'm raising my hand I waited my turn
I come from the south where it is no hurry
I'm moving my feet I come here to eat
We made this tape in about a week
Jasen flew up and we made some heat
Shooting new videos every week
It is my method on how I eat
I do not deal with this fuck niggas
These niggas be acting like bitch niggas
All by myself I'm that one nigga cause
Cause I do not really be trusting niggas
Came in the city to get figures
Away from home
One way flight
Overnight never going back to that old shit it's my new life
For real though, for real though
Fuck a pill, need a lil o
Fuck with me, fuck a dildo
Droppin hits, fuck a deal though
For real though, you still broke
Boppin', better be still, hoe
All these bunnies they steal, bro
Slumber parties a hell no
Stop recording like chill hoe
Why she wanna pop that pill tho?
I still poke... ooh
She whisper her man a real joke
Fishy niggas got gills so
With me niggas got steel and brass knuckles
I wield both nigga no I cant feel yo
Tall tales, talk, don't tell those
In steel city with bills, hoe
Galleria with real dough
For real though, I feel no
Fear in my heart for real hoe
For real though, for lil bro and
For big cuz yeah for real though
Through the ups and downs and the hills, bro
She like when I'm coming home, I ain't coming home
Girl, text me, please don't call, this that money phone
Know I had to bring a zone, smoke a half in cones
Nah, I ain't coming back, running from my problems
Pulled up on my foes, duckin' from the po-po
Dutch, touched a lotta blunts, fronts a no no
I get fronted, I get blunted, I got played, I got hunted
I got betrayed, I got
I got blunted, I got blunted
She like when I'm coming home, I ain't coming home
Girl, text me, please don't call, this that money phone
Know I had to bring a zone, smoke a half in cones
Nah, I ain't coming back, running from my problems

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