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HEADED HOME FREESTYLE BY BREXTON
- Uh nigga I'm headed home, nigga I'm headin' home
- I'm on my grind, you some synthetic hoes
- I ain't synthetic, though
- I walk around with an aesthetic hoe
- Them niggas eyes low, Mephisto
- And I pull up with a Glocky, fuck your sympathetic tone
- I know you fakin nigga, I'm semipro
- Bitches talk to me in an apologetic tone
- But everything's alright cuz I'm headed home
- Yeah, I'm headed home, I be headed home
- Bitches call my phone I ignore 'em, do not text me, hoe
- But they still go and text me though
- Bitches got the Backwoods, just let me know
- Lemme know if you wanna fuck, ready set and go
- And bitches all on my nut, bust a nut, bitch, no point in lettin go
- And I'd let 'em know, let 'em know, let em know
- And I don't fill in for niggas, fulfillin' my life, I ain't no detective though
- But I detect when hoes think they can end a hoe
- Text a hoe then I go and sext a hoe, then I left her cold
- Left a hoe, walk in wit an angelic glow
- What she really want? Her eyes got a hellish glow
- But I ain't selfish though like you a selfish hoe
- Let it go baby let it go just let it go
- No point in carryin grudges foreva and eva, hoes got a pathetic hope
- Thinkin they can escape me, where am I headed though?
- I ain't really sure if I'm headin' home
- But I know for sure life be really festive, though
- And I know niggas gon be gettin mowed
- Like they zombies from Plants vs Zombies, they obsessed with hoes
- They like Nikki and shit, no Bear, nigga, you walk in and be smellin dough
- Face to face with demons and shit, got an energetic flow
- But I rap monotone, piss on yo tombstone, she heavenly, she majestic glow
- And I could never let her go but I am so fuck that, I let her go
- And I'll let her know that I'm lettin go but fuck that shit yea I'm headed home
- I got ammo to shoot niggas with, poetic flow
- I write poems 'bout life n shit, domestic woes
- When I pull up with my niggas we start shootin at tens of hoes
- And I'm with my bros, she enter aesthetic mode
- Nigga we beast mode and shit, unrelenting foes
- When I walk in wit the spliff, my collective goal
- Is to shoot you hoes and sell your souls, uh
- Some depressive hoes, you got a wretched soul
- I retch on hoes, it spread below, you betta' know that we headin' home
- Yeah I'm headed home, I get the dough, never textin hoes
- Only sexting hoes, get neck from hoes
- My neck is cold, bitch, my neck is bruised, I get head from hoes
- Headed home, yea I'm headed home, so let them know
- I'm headin' home bitch I'm headed home to my dreaded home
- Dreaded hoes, I cause dread to hoes, would never be dreadin hoes
- I don't dread no foes, bitch, you better show and I'm spendin so
- Much money I need to start spendin slow
- Bitches know this hoe, fuckin Pepsico
- Bitch kiss my ass, is your ass even hetero?
- And I get the dough real fast, I'm heading home and gettin' close
- Ready set and go, I had to set them hoes, had to set a hoe
- Free, nigga, free nigga, set a hoe hoe
- Free nigga, free nigga, set a hoe hoe
- Free nigga, free nigga, set a hoe hoe
- Free nigga, free nigga, set a hoe hoe
- Let 'em know oh that I'm headed home oh
- Uh nigga I'm headed home, nigga I'm headin' home
- I'm on my grind, you some synthetic hoes
- I ain't synthetic, though
- I walk around with an aesthetic hoe
- Them niggas eyes low, Mephisto
- And I pull up with a Glocky, fuck your sympathetic tone
- I know you fakin nigga, I'm semipro
- Bitches talk to me in an apologetic tone
- But everything's alright cuz I'm headed home
- Yeah, I'm headed home, I be headed home
- Boo'd up boo'd up and shit like that, like Nettspend, got the scented soap
- Bitches fucking on me slow and deep, demented souls
- Depraved ass hoes fuckin set aglow, set aglow, set aglow
- When I was with you shit was better now it's worse, bitch I'll be coming back
- And now your ass be runnin' back
- And we gon' run it back, we gon run it fast
- Niggas yeah they runnin fast
- Bitches mad but fuck all that, she love it bad
- She want it bad, she love me bad, she wanna fuck me bad
- But fuck all that, I need the fuckin cash
- I need the fuckin racks, I need the fuckin stacks
- So come and give me that, run your ass
- You better run real fast 'fore I catch your ass and shoot your ass
- With a Glock and shit as we smoke on gas
- And I got the dough bitch blood on the grass
- And dead bodies and shit and concrete stained with blood
- When I find your ass you better fuckin' run, run
- And bitch I pull up with guns, guns, guns
- Cuz me and my gang we not dumb, dumb, dumb
- And I leave a nigga so numb, numb, numb
- And bitch, did I say I was done, done, done?
- And I won't give you none, none, none
- All black like a nun, nun, nun
- Bitch, you're really no one, one, one
- And you was never my number one, one, one
- But hoe, do you wanna fuck, fuck fuck?
- I make you cum, cum, cum, ayy ayy, what the fuck uck uck?
- Tell me what what what? Ayy, she gon' suck suck suck
- 'Til it numb numb numb, baby, what's love ove ove?
- And I'm high above bove bove
- We in Cancun, we tough, tough, tough
- You think your life is rough, rough, rough?
- Well it ain't 'cause I called your bluff
- Got all this dough and I won't give you none
- Bitch, what the fuck? Fuck off 'fore you get shot up
- And this money, it goes up, bitches mad 'bout stuff
- And these hoes, mutt, mutt, and I'll find you when I'm done one one
- Bitch, you think you're gruff? Your life's all fluff
- Get good nigga motherfucker, cigarettes I puff
- And you could never be my lover, you like smut, uh
- Snuff, bitch, you get snuffed, I got the duffle bug, uh, sendin' me subs
- Uh, and these bitches, they dumb, they're stumped
- Can't figure out, I leave a nigga cuffed
- Handcuffed to the table as I kill his ass, that's enough
- Th th that's enough! Ayy, fuck off, you huff and you puff
- You puff and you huff, shut the fuck up, shut up, uh
- As my eyes close shut as I drift off into sleep I know I'm good enough
- You hoes be stuck and lovestruck, I call my plug
- She on my nuts, knuckle up, I got muscles, bitch, I'm buff
- I can kill your ass with one punch, one touch
- One dance nigga, ayy ayy ayy, you're my lunch
- And them niggas wan' act so grunge
- I was in them trenches, I plunged
- Into the damn deep end a bunch, uh uh
- When I find your ass I will munch, uh uh
- And I clench my fists, I clench my fists, I clench my fists
- And these niggas they don't understand that I'm so fucked up
- And I know I'm fucked, and I know it sucks
- Y'all niggas be some losers, you know what's up
- And I hop in the cruiser while you bitches run
- And you know I got a future, your futures will never come
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