Home Alone (Explicit)

2022-01-262:29 minSynced lyrics

"Home Alone (Explicit)" is a song by BlocBoy JB, released in 2022 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:29 long and contains 49 lines and 434 words.

Lyrics

0:00Goddamn Iv

0:01Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

0:07Is it going on the scale? (Uh, yeah) Aight

0:09Yeah (Yuh), yeah (Yuh), yeah (Yuh), yeah (Yuh, yuh, yuh), yeah, uh (Why?), uh (Why?), uh (Why?), uh (Why?), uh (Why?)

0:26This the life I choose (Life I choose)

0:28Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (Wipe his nose)

0:31I'ma get ya gone (Get 'em gone)

0:33Twenty-two for this exotic (Yeah, yeah) and it's stupid strong

0:36I just set up trap (Set up trap)

0:38Like it's Home Alone (Home Alone)

0:40We got lot's of scraps, I double tap to get you gone (Grrah)

0:43Still remember when the feds raided my Memphis home (Why? Why?)

0:46Heard my line tapped, I switched up T-Mobile phones (Mobile phones)

0:49They ran in lil' stevens spot, bitch, that's the wrong home (Wrong home)

0:53Cou' pop 'em bean bappers (Bappers), eyes look like honeycomb (Honeycomb)

0:56And I got mob ties (Mob ties), like I'm Honeycomb (Mob ties)

0:59And I got mob ties (Mob ties), like I'm Al Capone (Mob ties)

1:02These niggas McDonald's fries (Huh? Huh? That's on my mama)

1:06A dollar just to get 'em gone

1:07Cop can't ask me before I.D, I am not the driver (Driver)

1:09Never threw a pitch for MLB (MLB), but you know I'ma slider (Slider)

1:12Bitch, I'm sendin' dreads turn all my niggas into riders (Riders)

1:14Fell in love with the grapes, I guess I turned into a baller (Grapes)

1:19Face shot leave him no I.D, like restricted callers (Callers)

1:22Really don't beef on the internet, I leave it to the bloggers (Bloggers)

1:262014, I was bangin' set (Crip, Crip, Crip) 40 in my joggers, I swear them niggas didn't wanna see me in that parlor

1:29On Crip, nigga (Facts)

1:33This the life I choose (Yeah)

1:36Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (Yeah, yeah)

1:38I'ma get ya gone (Get you gone)

1:40Twenty-two for this exotic (Yeah, yeah) and it's stupid strong

1:43I just set up trap (Set up trap)

1:45Like it's Home Alone (Home Alone)

1:46This the life I choose (Yeah)

1:48Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (Yeah, yeah)

1:51I'ma get ya gone (Get you gone)

1:53Twenty-two for this exotic (Yeah, yeah) and it's stupid strong

1:56I just set up trap (Set up trap)

1:58Like it's Home Alone (Home Alone)

2:01What? What? Home Alone

2:04What? What? Clear 'em gone

2:07Off a phone and it's gone

2:10What's wrong with these pussy ass niggas?

2:13Ha, ha

2:16Clay, clay, clay, clay

2:20Yessir

2:24Fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga?

2:26Big Block

2:29Fah

Goddamn Iv
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Is it going on the scale? (Uh, yeah) Aight
Yeah (Yuh), yeah (Yuh), yeah (Yuh), yeah (Yuh, yuh, yuh), yeah, uh (Why?), uh (Why?), uh (Why?), uh (Why?), uh (Why?)
This the life I choose (Life I choose)
Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (Wipe his nose)
I'ma get ya gone (Get 'em gone)
Twenty-two for this exotic (Yeah, yeah) and it's stupid strong
I just set up trap (Set up trap)
Like it's Home Alone (Home Alone)
We got lot's of scraps, I double tap to get you gone (Grrah)
Still remember when the feds raided my Memphis home (Why? Why?)
Heard my line tapped, I switched up T-Mobile phones (Mobile phones)
They ran in lil' stevens spot, bitch, that's the wrong home (Wrong home)
Cou' pop 'em bean bappers (Bappers), eyes look like honeycomb (Honeycomb)
And I got mob ties (Mob ties), like I'm Honeycomb (Mob ties)
And I got mob ties (Mob ties), like I'm Al Capone (Mob ties)
These niggas McDonald's fries (Huh? Huh? That's on my mama)
A dollar just to get 'em gone
Cop can't ask me before I.D, I am not the driver (Driver)
Never threw a pitch for MLB (MLB), but you know I'ma slider (Slider)
Bitch, I'm sendin' dreads turn all my niggas into riders (Riders)
Fell in love with the grapes, I guess I turned into a baller (Grapes)
Face shot leave him no I.D, like restricted callers (Callers)
Really don't beef on the internet, I leave it to the bloggers (Bloggers)
2014, I was bangin' set (Crip, Crip, Crip) 40 in my joggers, I swear them niggas didn't wanna see me in that parlor
On Crip, nigga (Facts)
This the life I choose (Yeah)
Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma get ya gone (Get you gone)
Twenty-two for this exotic (Yeah, yeah) and it's stupid strong
I just set up trap (Set up trap)
Like it's Home Alone (Home Alone)
This the life I choose (Yeah)
Call me Kleenex in the streets 'cause I'ma wipe his nose (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma get ya gone (Get you gone)
Twenty-two for this exotic (Yeah, yeah) and it's stupid strong
I just set up trap (Set up trap)
Like it's Home Alone (Home Alone)
What? What? Home Alone
What? What? Clear 'em gone
Off a phone and it's gone
What's wrong with these pussy ass niggas?
Ha, ha
Clay, clay, clay, clay
Yessir
Fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga?
Big Block
Fah

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