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Killer Mike
you don't have to go home
one time
one time
Easy, that cook s**t got me sleepy
rollin down 85, leaning but I ain't weaving
man you, should stay a day in the A
a parade of them chevelots, colors of flavor aid
can you, believe I got it made
Impala in the garage, got forces and all the J's
I'm leaning bad, ride shotgun in the chevy with the homeboy burning sacs
we heading to the spot where we get down, where the girls at
they talking right, acting right, walking right
now to take flight, they ain't gotta go home, they can stay the night
Chorus
You don't have to go home
you can stay right here, put one in the air
while we're bending corners on my chrome
same s**t another year, in the southern hemisphere
wait a while
Killer Mike
nigg* hold up, hold up
make sure they see you when you roll
hop out that truck all ready fked up
tore up from the motherfking floor up
from the floor up, to the ceiling
smoke kiss in the walls in the top of the building
little momma's on e, sitting next to me
she's catching a feeling
and I'm feeling, like I'm 'pose to
I'm as fly as a jordon poster
I'm leaning hair breathe smelling like hen and a mix of hydroponic
by the the time my click find me in vip I'm lost in a cloud of chronic
had sex with the best, got head from the rest
motherfker believe I done it
Chorus
Big Boi
hot tub tony sucka free and still bublin
truck still rattling and bumping now move something
Killer Mike
hold up big boi, I'm still weed crumpling
sac keeps shaking and block keep jumping
lay back, lay back, treat this eight six cut like a maybac
hey show these suckas that after 50 million sold
daddy fat sacs is still where the hood at, hood at
Big Boi
hood rats and decoy b-boys understood that
wheater its creme de la creme, where the good at
I got it in that 1.5, I had to put the swisher down cause my lugs got tired
now lets ride, lets ride
Killer Mike
back down 85, five
with the click in the truck, full of chick in the back of the 6
nobody going home tonight