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not going home - french montana & max b lyrics

[intro/bridge: max b]
i ain’t tryna stop the ride on my cavalary
n*ggas tried to body me and ain’t n0body stoppin’ me
i’m not tryna go ho*whoa*ome

[verse 1: lloyd banks]
n*gga that dough ain’t her, that dough is yours
she trickin’, gettin’ me pick down all to my drawers
d*ck (?), beat it in front of homegirl and gets applause
sloppy head and slippery (?), shorty even l!ck my b*lls
weave down, ass up, that’s the way that i like to f*ck
broken wall, sore jaw, open ya mouth and i’m ’bout to nut
i found her fountain, she came ’bout three times i was countin’ (yeah)
i pound her couch in, after that she gon’ need some counselin’ (uh)
bouncin’, broad to broad, i’m not to be kept
wall to wall, i got to be strapped, girl on girl, i got to be next
wet and slide and nasty s*x
give ’em the ride and grab they neck
get ’em a driver, ride then home
this is where i get time alone (alone)

[verse 2: max b]
quarter mil in that louis bag, shorty wanna do me bad
get a b*tch her do, he pull up in sixes boo
double up on that hefty bag, i’m the best d*ck she had
in a long while, momma say all my songs foul
momma say all my songs sound provacative
“mommy, how would you know? that sh*t you do is not marketed”
i’m gon’ spark again, pour me cups of cru, get me nice and right
p*ssy, like it nice and tight, cookies, like ’em nice and light
fluffy like them biscuits that my momma, when she pulled ’em out the oven
smelled ’em in the air, bullets fly from everywhere
bet he pull out a heavy gear, every year
i was sittin’ in the penitentiary, look at what was sent to me
letters from these b*tches sayin’ “bigga you gon’ have to go back in for conspiracy”
one thing wasn’t clear to me
cared to be, how can you n*ggas prepare to be something you can’t see, smell or touch or taste
’09 ma let’s up the stakes
[hook: max b]
i got a beautiful thang, mami i’m just tryna change
i’m in luv wit’ you girl, i’m in luv wit’ you girl
but i’m not tryna go ho*whoa*ome
i got a beautiful range, nice pinky ring and a chain
and a nice freaky girl, and a nice freaky girl
and i’m not tryna go ho*whoa*ome

[verse 3: max b]
now dippin’ on that lean, got a half a bird
drivin’ up the interstate, dinnerplate in my car
gots to break it down and bag it up, right before i hit the strip
gotta move low when i tote that 5th, got a new flow wit’ a gold 4*5th
rope that b*tch, make her tell me more, bas*m*nt under the deli store
i’m rarely hard?, better call the champ bailey dog
pop up on the scene, it’s like that n*gga on a mission for some cream, reincarnate
every weekend my mom stay
every weekend she go to church, knows the earth
take it from your wiz, man i know it hurts, when them stones is on the dirt
when them chromes is on alert, n*gga you better talk like a g
n*gga don’t be tryna f*ck with me
oww oww

[hook]

[bridge]
[french montana]
they don’t wanna see a young n*gga do his thang
stupid n*ggas don’t thank, don’t miss or don’t blank
n*gga stack dough, black on, you can find me there
you can find me there

[verse 3: french montana]
what are you, insane, go against the grand
interference number be yo’ name
n*gga who to blame when ya f*cked up
now that you got it, n*gga ride it out, better do ya thang
sick chain when you look at here, lookin’ clear
feds try take friends of mine, hands of mine
n*ggas skiing to that finishline
powder every hour, every minute, while you in it
get your money, get up out it, ain’t no love in the business
keep your n*ggas close, circles small
homie it’s luv at the top, but it hurt when ya fall, most of all
look homie, if ya ask me, montana, max b
n*ggas off the wall like flat screens
fax me papers with the signature, y’all n*ggas amateurs
ya know we back, finish all the business, sir
shorty gon’ do me in, she don’t know when she gon’ see me ‘gain
all my n*ggas play to win
montana b*tch
[hook: max b]
i got a beautiful thang, mami i’m just tryna change
i’m in luv wit’ you girl, i’m in luv wit’ you girl
but i’m not tryna go ho*whoa*ome
i got a beautiful range, nice pinky ring and a chain
and a nice freaky girl, and a nice freaky girl
and i’m not tryna go ho*ome

- french montana max b lyrics

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