Paroles de la chanson Home Alone par
Yeah, say what? (Man, it's Lil' Slaq and you fuckin' with Bella, man)
Say what? Say what?
Like Julio Jones, Julio Jones
Catch it like Julio Jones, Julio Jones
Catch me a play, catch me a play just like Julio Jones
Catch me a play just like Julio Jones (Woo-hoo)
Catch me a play just like Julio Jones (Woah-woah, say what?)
Look at my wrist, you can see that it's Chrome (Woo-hoo)
Look at my wrist (Woo), you can see that bitch Chrome (Say what? Woo)
I was a bad-ass kid, my mom, she'd leave me home alone (Ask my mom, what?)
Say what? Say what?
Like Julio Jones, Julio Jones
Catch it like Julio Jones, Julio Jones
Catch me a play, catch me a play just like Julio Jones
Catch me a play just like Julio Jones (Woo-hoo)
Catch me a play just like Julio Jones (Woah-woah, say what?)
Look at my wrist, you can see that it's Chrome (Woo-hoo)
Look at my wrist (Woo), you can see that bitch Chrome (Say what? Woo)
I was a bad-ass kid, my mom, she'd leave me home alone (Ask my mom, what?)
I don't give a fuck 'bout no leak 'cause I got hella songs (Blatt, blatt, say what?)
Shoutout Mark and shoutout Lucas, shoutout Sam too (Say what?)
I went fleek on my edges, yeah, I ain't got no damn cooter (What? What?)
Your bitch pulled up to the crib, that bitch got ran through (Nigga, what?)
He got shit on his head and his mans too, hold up (Boop-boop-boop-bopp)
Hold up, eat me up, miso, miso, eat me up, miso (Boop-boop-boop)
I got drugs, kilos, kilos, I'll serve you a motherfuckin' kilo (Nigga, what?)
I got bricks, I got bricks on top, bitch, I got hold on (Say what?)
I got bricks, I got bricks on top, bitch, hold on (Say what? What? What?)
Shoutout Mark and shoutout Lucas, shoutout Sam too (Say what?)
I went fleek on my edges, yeah, I ain't got no damn cooter (What? What?)
Your bitch pulled up to the crib, that bitch got ran through (Nigga, what?)
He got shit on his head and his mans too, hold up (Boop-boop-boop-bopp)
Hold up, eat me up, miso, miso, eat me up, miso (Boop-boop-boop)
I got drugs, kilos, kilos, I'll serve you a motherfuckin' kilo (Nigga, what?)
I got bricks, I got bricks on top, bitch, I got hold on (Say what?)
I got bricks, I got bricks on top, bitch, hold on (Say what? What? What?)
Bitch, I'm rich, huh, flip me a bag, huh, beat that shit (What? What?)
Feel like Uzi and Future, I see a bad ho, reach for that shit (Freebandz, Freebandz, Freebandz)
She know I'm a pretty lil' bitch (What?), look at my nails, she know I slayed that shit
That lil' bitch tryna hold the goddamn Gen, shawty tryna hold my dick
Catch me a play just like Julio Jones (Woo-hoo)
Catch me a play just like Julio Jones (Woah-woah, say what?)
Look at my wrist, you can see that it's Chrome (Woo-hoo)
Look at my wrist (Woo), you can see that bitch Chrome (Say what? Woo)
I was a bad-ass kid, my mom, she'd leave me home alone (Ask my mom, what?)
Feel like Uzi and Future, I see a bad ho, reach for that shit (Freebandz, Freebandz, Freebandz)
She know I'm a pretty lil' bitch (What?), look at my nails, she know I slayed that shit
That lil' bitch tryna hold the goddamn Gen, shawty tryna hold my dick
Catch me a play just like Julio Jones (Woo-hoo)
Catch me a play just like Julio Jones (Woah-woah, say what?)
Look at my wrist, you can see that it's Chrome (Woo-hoo)
Look at my wrist (Woo), you can see that bitch Chrome (Say what? Woo)
I was a bad-ass kid, my mom, she'd leave me home alone (Ask my mom, what?)
I don't give a fuck 'bout no leak 'cause I got hella songs (Blatt, blatt, say what?)
Too much smoke, might go to Atlanta (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
Damn, I don't want no more (On Five, blatt)
We OD on them drugs, please don't do that no more (No, no, no)
In the master bedroom (What?), your bitch, she ridin' me slow (Say what?)
I got on custom drip and I went Balenciaga my toe (Bitch-ass nigga)
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci' (Ra-ra-racks)
I love clothes, I love fashion (What?), I love Ricky (What? What?)
Nigga said he want that smoke, that shit tickled me (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo)
Too much smoke, might go to Atlanta (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
Damn, I don't want no more (On Five, blatt)
We OD on them drugs, please don't do that no more (No, no, no)
In the master bedroom (What?), your bitch, she ridin' me slow (Say what?)
I got on custom drip and I went Balenciaga my toe (Bitch-ass nigga)
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci' (Ra-ra-racks)
I love clothes, I love fashion (What?), I love Ricky (What? What?)
Nigga said he want that smoke, that shit tickled me (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo)
And what? And what?
Please don't play with me, lil' boy (Niggas can't fuck with me)
Shit ain't funny to me (Pussy)
Fucked her twat (Fucked it up), yeah, what?
Sex, yeah, what? What? (Man, it's Lil' Slaq and you fuckin' with Bella, man)
Said say, "What?" Say what? Say what?
Said say, "What?" (Woo-hoo) Said say, "What?" Say what? (Woo-hoo)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (Woo-hoo), EMOTIONS (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo)
EMOTIONS (Woo-hoo), EMOTIONS (See what I'm sayin'?)
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