MadMarcc, Lil Baby - Like Home lyrics

Dominique Armani Jones [4PF] Atlanta. USA.

[MadMarcc, Lil Baby - Like Home lyrics]

Yeah, woo, yeah got a Draco in the closet
With a wood grain handle
I'm around every countries
Nigga play again, it's mantle

Run it up now, ooh give a damn
 we don't care what a nigga think
(yeah, yeah) run it up now, ooh
Give a damn, I'ma take this money to the bank
(yeah, yeah)
I've been all around the world (yeah)

But the trap still, trap still feel like home
(yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel like home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel like home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel like home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel like home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Said the trap still feel like home

Reppin' on the road, said he doin' shows
Didn't see that, I pray for her I know but
Trappin' with my bros, trappin' with my bros
All I know
It's the way that we have growed up
Lookin' at my mint like, "What?, It's cold"
Lookin' at my wrist
That pussy mad 'cause he froze up
Pull up in that Lamborghini
Throw the doors up
Nigga want the smoke, wait hold up
We can not wait to show up
I might be the one who got
Him rockin' like a boulder
Fuck 'em, when I'm on a Perc
Won't touch 'em when I'm sober
Put him in your armor shirt
Won't put him on a poster
Glizzy in my pocket, I can't rock it
Ain't no hoes here
You my flow, would sit there
Know that it would give him pneumonia
Know that I be drippin'
And know that I keep it on
Draco in the closet
Them motherfuckers so rude sippin' post

I said the trap still feel like home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Said the trap still feel home

Thousand miles away, I be gone
I got rich and famous
Somehow I still pick up the phone
For the ones who down the road, yeah
Free the fuckin' bros, yeah
I can change these hoes out
Like I change my clothes now
I can nod my head at my lil
Dogs and make 'em go wild
Stop posting my pictures of my drip
They won't have no style
Hunnid thousand in my pocket, head nappy
Know I get profiled niggas think I'm sweet
Try lick me and it's gon' to go south
Never try to dish you or bash you
Move on with no problems
One thing that I know is
Once your dollars up, they all gon' swallow
They all feel like slidin' the rolls
Someone go get my driver
Crying when you might not come home
That's what I call solid
Fuck around and found me a plug
Invested in exotics
Never goin' back to my hood
'cause I ain't gon' leave up out it
Make sure that my people, them good
That's what I care about

I said the trap still feel like home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said the trap still feel home
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Said the trap still feel home

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