Coming Home Casanova (Ft. Chris Brown)
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Coming Home" by Casanova (Ft. Chris Brown). Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
[Intro: Joe]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Joe]
Baby girl, I'm coming home (That's right, yo)
You all mine today (Mine today, ooh)
And I'ma hold on tight, I'm on you
And as we lay (Girl, as we lay, that's right, woo, yo)
We gon' start to play a game
We start to lose track of the time
We don't even care
Baby, as we lay (That's right, yo)
Baby, as we lay (That's right)
[Verse 1: Casanova, Joe, Case]
Fresh home from eight
Eat the pussy like it's steak (That's right, yo)
And I bet I scrape the plate (That's right, yo)
Only real niggas can relate (That's right, yo)
I love the way that booty shake
Pulled up on her in a black drop (Oh yeah, sometimes you can end up with, oh yeah)
Licked her stash box
Put my gun in her, gave her backshots (Come on, come on now, somebody you really don't wanna be with, oh yeah)
Emptied the clip in it (Oh, baby, and others left to figure it out)
I saw it's good, so you know I double-dipped in it
I'm countin' money like a banker (That's right, yo)
Tell her that she fuckin' with a gangster (That's right, yo)
Nigga, that is true 'til it's all over (That's right, yo)
Head so good, that shit'll make you pull the car over
Hazards on in my Benz Jeep (Oh yeah, sometimes you can end up with, oh yeah)
She bust it open when the kids sleep (Come on, come on now, somebody you really don't wanna be with, oh yeah)
And I hit it at her workplace (Oh, baby, and others left to figure it out)
She hate when I work late (Oh, baby)
I should've been home in the first place
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Joe]
Baby girl, I'm coming home (That's right, yo)
You all mine today (Mine today, ooh)
And I'ma hold on tight, I'm on you
And as we lay (Girl, as we lay, that's right, woo, yo)
We gon' start to play a game
We start to lose track of the time
We don't even care
Baby, as we lay (That's right, yo)
Baby, as we lay (That's right)
[Verse 1: Casanova, Joe, Case]
Fresh home from eight
Eat the pussy like it's steak (That's right, yo)
And I bet I scrape the plate (That's right, yo)
Only real niggas can relate (That's right, yo)
I love the way that booty shake
Pulled up on her in a black drop (Oh yeah, sometimes you can end up with, oh yeah)
Licked her stash box
Put my gun in her, gave her backshots (Come on, come on now, somebody you really don't wanna be with, oh yeah)
Emptied the clip in it (Oh, baby, and others left to figure it out)
I saw it's good, so you know I double-dipped in it
I'm countin' money like a banker (That's right, yo)
Tell her that she fuckin' with a gangster (That's right, yo)
Nigga, that is true 'til it's all over (That's right, yo)
Head so good, that shit'll make you pull the car over
Hazards on in my Benz Jeep (Oh yeah, sometimes you can end up with, oh yeah)
She bust it open when the kids sleep (Come on, come on now, somebody you really don't wanna be with, oh yeah)
And I hit it at her workplace (Oh, baby, and others left to figure it out)
She hate when I work late (Oh, baby)
I should've been home in the first place
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!