Текст песни Terror Squad - Take Me Home

True Story
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Terror Squad
Альбом: True Story
Длительность: 03:31
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Загрузил: Gragory

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[Chorus] She wanna take me home, lay me up inside her home She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the mornin' She said "Daddy let me take ya home, Papi let me take ya home" And I said "Mami you can take me home if you let the whole crew get on" (bitch) [Verse 1: Fat Joe] I got this chick from Cali, profilin', she's whilin' She's gangsta, she knows that she's got it like that We was drivin on Crenshaw and cruisin for food when she pulled up beside me sat off in the 'Lac And I said "Damn girl you actin like you don't know, never seen me before, episode of cribs on MTV, video what you think TS stand for?" She said "Terrific Sex", yeah that too and the diamonds is no vitar Used to be a broke nigga from the BX, now I'm rich got the world screamin Terror Squad Think about it now, everywhere we go, every other city we tour, they never say no Seems like every other night I got a different chick beggin me.... [Chorus] [Verse 2: Remy Martin] I was up in the club right had some Remy in my cup right And that's when I peeped him, he was lookin so fresh and so cleaned up From the fitted down to his sneakers I really do mean this I aint never seen this, there was some people standin in between us I had to go over there so I could meet him I had him pimped up in the cut near the speakers If he got a girl I know she's heated 'cuz right now I'm all he needin If he, crush me then trust me it's a guarantee that he's not leavin Told me he heard of me but don't know me and I liked him for some reason Invited him to my place, sat on his face and I aint got a man so it aint cheatin Think about it now, I don't gotta stress, I dont never really gotta press, they always say yes It seems like every other night I got a different nigga beggin me.... [Chorus (phone call)] [Verse 3: Armageddon] Yous a big girl, eat it up, now tell ya friend to hold your hair while you eatin' up A little hot, little drunk, little weeded up We in the truck and freakin off while the speakers bump I'm steady speedin up swervin the bumps I'm trynna fuck but I aint trynna fuck the 23's up So I ease up, drunk and focused Trynna watch the road but yo the back seats heatin up And so I'm keepin' them, wish you could see them I know you hear them breathin like you been possessed by a demon I know you heated, wish you was here but, gotta go now have a good evening Hang up the phone now, have a good weekend Shorty just called the boat the front seat And I think she's about to go down for a season I know the horn aint beep for no reason 3 in the mornin and actin indecent She so horny damn this shit seems like every other night I got a group of chicks beggin me.... [Chorus 2x]
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