Aitch - On the Way Home Lyrics
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On the Way Home
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What Are The Lyrics For On the Way Home By Aitch?
I'm on the way home
I'm in a black cab I'm coming to the house, put something on bad Roll me a spliff I need a few drags You don't have to worry, I ain't feeling these slags I'm on the way home I'm in a black cab I'm coming to the house, put something on bad Roll me a spliff I need a few drags You don't have to worry, I ain't feeling these slags I'm on the way home Got me banging off a phone It could been a mazza but I left the club alone You know me, I keep it grown You better watch your tone Yeah, I let her throw a tantrum Then she throws a dog a bone Two bills on my cologne I spilled the Patron 20 man up on your table, blud I killed it on my own 12 shots to the dome Now I feel a little stoned Man she calls it cowgirl, I call it sitting on the throne Man she's sober, I'm not And she's knows I'm a G 'cause I go through the spot I'm up the stairs like I know there's a crop Know my way around here 'cause I'm over a lot And plus I took her ransom so I know what she's got I tell her slap on something new Then roll me up a zoot Then lick it like a Rizzla Then blow it like a flute Now you don't have to worry, everything that we've been through Sweet home, Alabama, babe I'm coming home to you I'm on the way home I'm in a black cab I'm coming to the house, put something on bad (Show your titties) Roll me a spliff I need a few drags You don't have to worry, I ain't feeling these slags I'm on the way home I'm in a black cab I'm coming to the house, put something on bad Roll me a spliff I need a few drags You don't have to worry, I ain't feeling these slags I'm on the way home Coming back to the gaffs Where I've had a long day babe, roll me a bat You got something on your chest but your holding it back You won't say it how it is and I've been noticing that You just gotta tell me how you feel And always keep it real, yeah Couple gal are snacks but my baby-girls a meal 'Round the corner in the cab Heads spinning' like the wheel Coming home to a freak, you already know the deal Yeah, I like her but still never been in love though Still I'm not a liar, I just tell her I love dough Put on something sexy, get ready for when I come home Still love your ex but when we sex all that love goes So, just slap on something new Roll me up a zoot While you're sitting looking cute Na, you don't have to worry Everything that we've been through All them hoes in the club still I'm coming home to you I'm on the way home I'm in a black cab I'm coming to the house, put something on bad Roll me a spliff I need a few drags You don't have to worry, I ain't feeling these slags I'm on the way home I'm in a black cab I'm coming to the house, put something on bad Roll me a spliff I need a few drags You don't have to worry, I ain't feeling these slags I'm on the way home I'm in a black cab I'm coming to the house, put something on bad Roll me a spliff I need a few drags You don't have to worry, I ain't feeling these slags I'm on the way home I'm in a black cab I'm coming to the house, put something on bad Roll me a spliff I need a few drags You don't have to worry, I ain't feeling these slags I'm on the way home |
Who Wrote On the Way Home By Aitch?
Harrison Armstrong, Janum Khan
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What's The Duration Of The On the Way Home By Aitch?The duration of On the Way Home is 2:53 minutes and seconds. |
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