House lyrics

by

Kamiyada+


[Intro]
Akachi in this mother f*cker
Yeah, yeah, mm
Yeah

[Verse]
I told my jeweler I need me a pendant as big as my house, yeah
Your shorty wanna stay over, she think I'm might make her my spouse
Might put my di*k in her stomach, she said it can't fit in her mouth, yeah
We keep a chop and a .40, like n*ggas done came from the south, yeah
Big homie bang Big B's, blue hundred crip, no C's, yeah
Back I was in high school, n*ggas had F's and D's, yeah
I had to get on my sh*t, n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with this, yeah
f*ckin' with a shorty, don't kiss, you cannot touch my lips
Tired of these n*ggas talkin'
I'm in the Wraith and you walkin', yeah
n*ggas like b*tches, they stalkin'
Hop in a Bentley I'm off it, yeah
Go to my jeweler, I said, "Ice me out boy i'm dropping a bag" yeah
Make me a pendant to stunt on my haters and make n*ggas mad, yeah
I told my jeweler I need me a pendant as big as my house, yeah
Your shorty wanna stay over, she think I'm might make her my spouse
Might put my di*k in her stomach, she said it can't fit in her mouth, ew
We keep a chop and a .40, like n*ggas done came from the south, yeah

[Verse]
I told my jeweler I need me a pendant as big as my house, yeah
Your shorty wanna stay over, she think I'm might make her my spouse
Might put my di*k in her stomach, she said it can't fit in her mouth, yeah
We keep a chop and a .40, like n*ggas done came from the south, yeah
Big homie bang Big B's, blue hundred crip, no C's, yeah
Back I was in high school, n*ggas had F's and D's, yeah
I had to get on my sh*t, n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with this, yeah
f*ckin' with a shorty, don't kiss, you cannot touch my lips
Tired of these n*ggas talkin'
I'm in the Wraith and you walkin', yeah
n*ggas like b*tches, they stalkin'
Hop in a Bentley I'm off it, yeah
Go to my jeweler, I said, "Ice me out boy i'm dropping a bag" yeah
Make me a pendant to stunt on my haters and make n*ggas mad, yeah
I told my jeweler I need me a pendant as big as my house, yeah
Your shorty wanna stay over, she think I'm might make her my spouse
Might put my di*k in her stomach, she said it can't fit in her mouth, ew
We keep a chop and a .40, like n*ggas done came from the south, yeah
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