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homies - styles p lyrics

[intro: snyp life]
play the game like chess like it’s my only move

[verse 1: styles p]
got a homie with an ounce, got a homie on the count
got a homie wit’ the shotgun, sittin’ on the couch
got a homie that i’m bringin’ to the plug, got a vouch
got a homie that’s gon’ drive us there, said we gotta bounce
got homies in the slums, got homies in the bin
got homies outta town, movin’ work, do they think
i tell you what i got, i ain’t talk about money
but you bet i got a homie that would hit you with the dummy
he gon’ wrap you like a mummy though, d*ck up in your bunny
get the code to the safe, yeah, this thug life is funny
got a homie that is blood, got a homie that is crip
got a homie that is icy but he ain’t never slip
other homies to connect, yeah, we get it every trip
other homie workin’ out, yeah, we get it every drip
but we still got the hammer when we pull up to the strip
you got homies too? (too) then you know how the homies do
homies that’d die for me, i ain’t never told ’em to
if honor is still notable, keep your homies tight, that’s a hip*hop quotable (ghost)

[chorus: snyp life]
i got homies that really ride for me (ride for me)
couple of homies that get high wit’ me
get knocked wit’ the pie, they gon’ lie for me (they gon’ lie)
whole team, they bangin’, you can’t slide on me (rrra)
you got homies? know how the homies do (word)
play the game like chess like it’s my only move
you got homies? know how the homies do (word)
play the game like chess like it’s my only move
[verse 2: snyp life]
i got plenty of homies that i grew up with
some still stuck in the past and they shoot up sh*t
others still clutchin’ the bag that they blew up with
can’t tell your homie your secrets if you don’t trust sh*t
i got a circle of homies that i could send and ride
they pick you up and drop you off like it’s enterprise
no plane but i’m a pilot when i let it fly
i got a homie that bang, he threw his pain aside
i got a homie named bucky doin’ a life bit
and he reppin’ until they turn off his light switch
d block to the death, we keep a tight clique
a couple felons, ain’t no tellin’ when they might flip
i got a homie that’s crooked but took the straight path
he turned his cooked up base into real estate cash (true)
now we the realest in the state, you can do the math
still livin’ off experience, that’s the illest bath

[chorus: snyp life]
i got homies that really ride for me (ride for me)
couple of homies that get high wit’ me
get knocked wit’ the pie, they gon’ lie for me (they gon’ lie)
whole team, they bangin’, you can’t slide on me (rrra)
you got homies? know how the homies do (word)
play the game like chess like it’s my only move
you got homies? know how the homies do (word)
play the game like chess like it’s my only move
[verse 3: styles p]
i’m the homie on the loose
like q k!llin’ bishop, i’m the homie wit’ the juice
n*ggas call me, “ghost”, i’m the homie that’ll poof
n*ggas think they fly, i’m the homie on the roof
throw your ass off
i’m the homie wit’ the chip on the tooth and the shoulder too
i’m the mongoose in the cobra room
i’m the old homie that know the rules
whoever break ’em all to get broke, sh*t is overdue
homie wit’ the handgun and the shotgun too
i take a knife fight invite if i got one too
son soon have an [?], i got one too
i k!ll you on my 3,4, [?], 1, 2
listen homie, i’m the homie that’ll k!ll you at home
they call me hallway holiday, just leave me alone (ghost)

- styles p lyrics

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