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Freddie Gibbs

Genres: Hip-Hop

Home Lyrics - Freddie Gibbs

Uh, LeBron number nine 

I guess whenever she ain't on this dick, I'm on her mind 

It's quite cliche to just say that I'm on my grind 

And phone conversations ain't substitution for time in another city 

Reminisce on days when I ain't have a fuckin' penny 

These groupie bitches in this game wasn't fuckin' with me 

Couldn't get a dollar for a rap show 

Got a gun, a ski mask, and a half an ounce of crack, though 

Slammin', in the pizza shop with Jacque 

Last dollar on a slice, this contraband in my sock, wish you knew the feelin' 

We're both so different but our situations so appealin' 

Now I can't make it without you girl, you my new religion 

And every hustler need a main thing 

Baby, once I get it Imma make your last name change 

Uh, said every hustler need a main thing 

Baby, once I get it Imma make your last name change 

Gibbs, uh 

We still sockin' 

Glock is still poppin' 

Paper still droppin' 

Lord, it ain't stoppin' 

Girl, I'm comin' home, as soon as I get this paper 

Yeah, the blocks still crackin', and girl, know what I'm packin' 

And if you pop off, you gon' know what I'm jackin' 

But I'm comin' home, as soon as I get this paper 

Ayo, summertime, 105° 

Getting mine, the smoke line 

They want the kush, the Cali kind 

I smoke wit' her, I choke wit' it, get dosed wit' her 

A go-getter, helped me come up from a broke nigga 

The home team 

And she ain't just in my pocket, she got her own cream 

Sometimes I slip at the mouth, I might say the wrong thing 

And once we fight, it's back to fuckin' 

My polos and my timbos out the window, but its nothin', what 

Uh, said once we fight, it's back to fuckin' 

I bend that ass right over on the sofa, like it's nothin' 

So bust it open for a player, nose to your fucking toes 

I'm comin' home, don't be trippin' on them other hoes 

 

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