Home Aint Where It Hurts Lancey Foux
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[Intro]
What's your name funny guy?
I'm Zayne
You're Zayne? Why don't you step out of my line, Zayne?
[Chorus]
Home ain't where it hurts, fast forward can't reverse
Me and my partners riding Germans, back to back with Mercs
She too fly walking around lonely I had to bag the bird
I keep a tight grip on the bag I ain't ever going back to dirt
[Verse: 1]
I don't eat where I shit, I don't meet where I miss
Out here risking your lisp
Take her with a tip, break her with a limp
Kill her dressed in pink, I'm black boy magic in 3-D take it off a trip
No hoe touch my scar, I don't argue my attacks to drum
You can come to the pitch with a stick, still can't match with the Lance
I dare you disturb me, I'm trying to get rich
Move from man it's a cap, move from man it's a wrap
Cash on the hill with a Jill and a Jack
Me and Big Z going back to back
[Chorus]
Home ain't where it hurts, fast forward can't reverse
Me and my partners riding Germans, back to back with Mercs
She too fly walking around lonely I had to bag the bird
I keep a tight grip on the bag I ain't ever going back to dirt
What's your name funny guy?
I'm Zayne
You're Zayne? Why don't you step out of my line, Zayne?
[Chorus]
Home ain't where it hurts, fast forward can't reverse
Me and my partners riding Germans, back to back with Mercs
She too fly walking around lonely I had to bag the bird
I keep a tight grip on the bag I ain't ever going back to dirt
[Verse: 1]
I don't eat where I shit, I don't meet where I miss
Out here risking your lisp
Take her with a tip, break her with a limp
Kill her dressed in pink, I'm black boy magic in 3-D take it off a trip
No hoe touch my scar, I don't argue my attacks to drum
You can come to the pitch with a stick, still can't match with the Lance
I dare you disturb me, I'm trying to get rich
Move from man it's a cap, move from man it's a wrap
Cash on the hill with a Jill and a Jack
Me and Big Z going back to back
[Chorus]
Home ain't where it hurts, fast forward can't reverse
Me and my partners riding Germans, back to back with Mercs
She too fly walking around lonely I had to bag the bird
I keep a tight grip on the bag I ain't ever going back to dirt
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