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BlocBoy JB & Tay Keith – Home Alone lyrics

BlocBoy JB & Tay Keith

Home Alone lyrics

BlocBoy JB & Tay Keith – Home Alone lyrics

[Intro]
(God damn, IV)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Phew)
Let’s go
(Tay Keith, fu*k these ni**as up)
Is it doing the scale? (Uh, yeah)
Alright
Yeah
Mmph (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh (Word)
Uh (Word)
Uh, uh, uh (Word, word)
[Chorus]
This the life I choose (Life I choose)
Call me Kleenex in the streets ’cause I’ma wipe his nose (Wipe his nose)
I’ma get you gone (Get ’em gone)
Twenty-two for this exotic (Gas, gas) and it’s stupid strong
I just set up trap (Set up trap) like it’s Home Alone (Home Alone)
[Verse]
We got lots of straps, I double tap to get you gone (Grrah)
Still remember when the feds raided my Memphis home (Word, word)
Heard my line tapped, I switched up T-Mobile phones (Mobile phones)
They ran in lil’ Sleeper’s spot, b*tch, that’s the wrong home (Wrong home)
Cuz popped a bean backwards, eyes look like honeycomb (Honeycomb)
And I got mob ties (Mob ties) like I’m Honeycomb (Mob ties)
And I got mob ties (Mob ties) like I’m Al Capone (Mob ties)
These ni**as McDonald’s fries (Huh? Huh?), a dollar just to get ’em gone (That’s on my mama)
A cop can’t ask me for ID (Word), I am not the driver (Driver)
Never threw a pitch for MLB (MLB), but you know I’m a slider (Slider)

b*tch, I’m sendin’ dreads, turn all my ni**as into riders (Riders)
Fell in love with the Grapes, I guess I turned into a baller (Crip)
Face shot leave him no ID like restricted callers (Callers)
Really don’t beef on the internet, I leave it to the bloggers (Bloggers)
2014, I was bangin’ set (Crip, Crip, Crip), a forty in my joggers
I swear them ni**as didn’t wanna see me in that Impala
On Crip, ni**a (Facts)
[Chorus]
This the life I choose (Yeah)
Call me Kleenex in the streets ’cause I’ma wipe his nose (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma get you gone (Get you gone)
Twenty-two for this exotic (Gas, gas) and it’s stupid strong
I just set up trap (Set up trap) like it’s Home Alone (Home Alone)
This the life I choose (Yeah)
Call me Kleenex in the streets ’cause I’ma wipe his nose (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma get you gone (Get you gone)
Twenty-two for this exotic (Gas, gas) and it’s stupid strong
I just set up trap (Set up trap) like it’s Home Alone (Home Alone)
[Outro]
What? What?
Home Alone
What? What?
Get ’em gone
Off a phone
At his dome
What is wrong with these pussy-ass ni**as?
Ha, ha
Clay, clay, clay, clay, clay
Yessir
fu*k you talkin’ ’bout, ni**a?
Big Bloc
Fah

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