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Home Aint Where It Hurts Lyrics - Artist : Lancey Foux
What's your name funny guy?
I'm Zayne You're Zayne? Why don't you step out of my line, Zayne? Home ain't where it hurts, fast forward can't reverse Me and my partners riding Germans, back to back with Mercs She too fly walking around lonely I had to bag the bird I keep a tight grip on the bag I ain't ever going back to dirt I don't eat where I shit, I don't meet where I miss Out here risking your lisp Take her with a tip, break her with a limp Kill her dressed in pink, I'm black boy magic in 3-D take it off a trip No hoe touch my scar, I don't argue my attacks to drum You can come to the pitch with a stick, still can't match with the Lance I dare you disturb me, I'm trying to get rich Move from man it's a cap, move from man it's a wrap Cash on the hill with a Jill and a Jack Me and Big Z going back to back Home ain't where it hurts, fast forward can't reverse Me and my partners riding Germans, back to back with Mercs She too fly walking around lonely I had to bag the bird I keep a tight grip on the bag I ain't ever going back to dirt Two-piece, Three-piece, Five-piece Guaranteed dime piece, watch what your type is, tryna' track me and find me Eenie-miney-mo ice, a lot of ice in my Styrofoam Put the P in 'Price' all the way up so it can't go Geronimo Put the E in 'Heist' get in there like snakes and eat that money first Home ain't where it hurts, fast forward can't reverse Me and my partners riding Germans, back to back with Mercs She too fly walking around lonely I had to back the bird I keep a tight grip on the bag I ain't ever going back to dirt |
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