Corrección Letra Ain’t Been Home 2 par Roddy Ricch

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Letra

Aye, aye, I ain't been home in a month (nah)
He want the smoke like a blunt
Jackie Chan, do my own stunts
Uh, uh, uh
Spend a big bag on some clothes, uh
We just hangout on the low, aye
She just pull up to my shows, aye

Oh, aye, oh aye, uh
I put that boy on a shirt (uh)
I put that boy on a poster
Can't keep the gun in my holster
I keep the bread like a toaster, uh
I'mma pull up in a Range, uh
I'mma pull up in a Rover, uh (skirt)
I'mma pull up, let it bang, uh (bang)
You know I'm just making bank, uh (bank)
I keep a Ratchet, no Clank, uh
Wet up his block, make it hit, make it stain
Switch up my style, no this sh*t ain't the same
Freestyle this sh*t like I'm Juice, uh
I'mma pull up with my crew, uh
Pull up with Tulleys, he know what it do
He looking stupid, don't know what it do
Pull up on boys with Lil Teccas, uh
We taking boys up for ransom, uh
Mixing the Sprite with the Fanta, yeah
Riding around in a Phantom, yeah
Being me do have its perks
So I'mma stay off of the percs, aye
No I don't geek like a nerd, aye (pew)
Doing these donuts I swerve, aye

Getting this green like I'm Vert (Uzi)
Designer all up on my shirt (grr)
Put you on the stove, you gone burn (hot)
You getting your lesson learned (learn)
Box on my chest like I'm Roddy Ricch (Ee-Err)
Pull up, we catching these bodies quick (bow)
Up in the stores, and we copping sh*t
Ice is on froze, keep it on my wrist (ice)
We be on top, they be talking sh*t (talk)
They be throwing them shots, I be dodging it
My life like a movie, they watching it
If they want smoke, put 'em on a list (bang, pew)

If they want smoke, put them on the list
K' to your head make your body twitch
If he gone run, then we following
Slide on your block, make your partners ditch

Aye, ymk Luscious and Julius Sacred
Ain't f**k with us? Then boy, you'd be mistaken
Dodging these bullets, we doing the Matrix
Play my sh*t back, they reviewing my phrases

Making these songs from the stu' in the basement
Best make it out, man, we too underrated
I ain't a cryp, but I'm blueing these faces (Blueface)
Stacking these albums, we don't know what breaks is

Aye, aye, I ain't been home in a month (nah)
He want the smoke like a blunt
Jackie Chan, do my own stunts
Uh, uh, uh
Spend a big bag on some clothes
We just hangout on the low
She just pull up to my shows
Uh, aye, oh, aye, yeah
I ain't been home in a month (nah)
He want the smoke like a blunt
Jackie Chan, do my own stunts
Uh, uh, uh
Spend a big bag on some clothes
We just hangout on the low
She just pull up to my shows

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