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BlocBoy JB – Home Alone Lyrics

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(God damn, IV)

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah (Phew)

Let’s go

(Tay Keith, fuck these n***** 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)

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)

We got lots of straps, I double tap to get you gone (Grrah)

Still remember when the feds raided my Memphis home (Word, word)

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Heard my line tapped, I switched up T-Mobile phones (Mobile phones)

They ran in lil’ Sleeper’s spot, bitch, 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 n***** 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)

Bitch, I’m sendin’ dreads, turn all my n***** 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)

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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 n***** didn’t wanna see me in that Impala

On Crip, n**** (Facts)

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)

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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)

What? What?

Home Alone

What? What?

Get ’em gone

Off a phone

At his dome

What is wrong with these pussy-ass n*****?

Ha, ha

Clay, clay, clay, clay, clay

Yessir

Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, n****?

Big Bloc

Fah


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