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i hate home - dstni lyrics

i hate home, n*gga, the f*ck
i ain’t never comin’ home
you ain’t never, ever, ever gon’ get ya b*tch back, the f*ck?
f*ck out my face ho

cocaine ones, n*gga callin’ me his dope girl
ignoring all his calls, got him blowin’ up my homegirls
told a n*gga if he wanna top me, make my toes curl
i been acting bad all summer, it’s the ho world

yeah, i hate home, n*gga, i hatе home
we ain’t worried bout no n*gga, b*tch get off your phone
b*tch, i’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
if he ask you where you goin’, tell him i hate home

woke up in the mornin’, had to get the f*ck up out of there
he lookin’ for me, i’m outside, that n*gga, he ain’t mine
your baby daddy on facetime, keep talkin’ bout your baby crying
we done hit the streets again, we like n*ggas with sentences
acting like a girl and sh*t, got too many b*tch tendencies
want me in the house, you gotta give me the same energy
don’t let no n*gga tell you nothing bad about me, he hurt
you can block me all you want, but you still ate it out my skirt
(p*ssy)
yeah, i hate home, n*gga, i hate home
we ain’t worried bout no n*gga, b*tch get off your phone
b*tch, i’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
if he ask you where you goin’, tell him i hate home

man, shut up and buy a bag b*tch a birkin or two
you at home, we outside acting bad, i hate that for you
don’t act like your n*gga put up, i’ll take that from you
see, that’s what happen when a young b*tch got more paper than you
(huhhhh?)
middle of the summer, i can make that temperature go down
n*gga ain’t tryna let me out the house, it’s gettin’ tore down
big dess
bet not tempt that, i put that check first
the way i keep it pushin’, known for makin’ that n*gga chest hurt

yeah, i hate home, n*gga, i hate home
we ain’t worried bout no n*gga, b*tch get off your phone
b*tch, i’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
if he ask you where you goin’, tell him i hate home
yeah, i hate home, n*gga, i hate home
we ain’t worried bout no n*gga, b*tch get off your phone
b*tch, i’m comin’ down the street, ho, put on your clothes
if he ask you where you goin’, tell him i hate home

(outro)
we hate home n*gga, we ain’t ever coming motherf*ckin’ home b*tch
pack yo motherf*ckin’ bags hoe, you ain’t never comin’ back on my mama

- dstni lyrics

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