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never fall in love again - semi homie lyrics

[intro]
and if i ever (ever fall)
in love again (again)
i will be sure that the lady is a friend (yo hustle)

[verse]
uh, d*mn, b*tch, it’s homie, you know what i’m on
how the f*ck is you broke in some christian diors?
perpetrating with that iron, n*gga, i know it ain’t yours
just bet bro [?] my gun shoot fast and it is
can’t ever f*ck her in peace, she got some badass kids
i ain’t f*cking with this b*tch, got a badass [?]
y’all ain’t got more than a hundred and it’s fifteen n*ggas
b*tch head so good, i’m ’bout to cut off her lips
i’m dragging on sh*t, i’m the one, you could touch it
send that b*tch [?] we f*cking
i been sitting on homes, soon as i see him, i’m getting it cracking
start moving too much when i bag him, i’m cracking him
b*tch, you moving too much while we f*cking, you’re throwing me off
got a b*tch from the south, f*ck good and throw oops
told bro after we bag ‘еm, we buying twin coupes
and if i evеr fall in love again, my caliber gotta be bigger than the last one
b*tch suck on my d*ck on the south, she a fast one
them b*tches y’all think high class, on the men, i done trashed ’em
them b*tches y’all think really having be broke
he got a glizzy but it stay in the house
that drac’ like alarm, it’s securing the house
this b*tch ain’t sh*t, she’ll f*ck for an ounce
b*tch, i’m talking so why is you running your mouth?
i ain’t fighting in no mall, i’m shooting it out
b*tch thought she was sl!ck talking ’bout “don’t pull out”
how you wanna be in the streets and you don’t know the basics?
b*tch, you only f*cking ’cause you know i’m a ticket
b*tch, you know who i’m is, you bette dog up them tints
n*gga, you know who i’m is, you try to rob me, you better shoot
we standing on business, got a drac’ in a business suit
[outro]
i’m riding with glo on a two*man move with two glocks so that’s making it four
these n*ggas be hating like sh*t, we applying that pressure, hey, hustle, let’s give ’em some more
this n*gga ain’t put in no footwork, you don’t know how to do sh*t but sound sweet
i’m f*cking her, it’s four in the morning, her daughter start knocking
b*tch, why the f*ck is she ain’t sleep?
b*tch, hat sh*t unacceptable, uh
these n*ggas be talking, [?] what the f*ck [?] when i catch ’em, uh
these n*ggas be talking, these 7.62s tryna get ’em
uh, these n*ggas be b*tches, uh, uh
i’m riding with, ayy, i’m riding with district, uh, by district court riding with district, uh

- semi homie lyrics

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