Teksty:
Home Grown Wanna Be

rich. Dont ask me why I think you're lame. You and your friends all dress the same. Your tiny tits don't smuther me. You're just a fucking wanna-be.

filthy rich. Dont ask me why I think you're lame. You and your friends all dress the same. Your tiny tits don't smuther me. You're just a fucking wanna-be

know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the prosecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually Come, what God would be

You say you'll be home but you never make it So why do I... Always end up that girl at the window (the window) The girl at the window How can I be what

even put you where the real johns at They got lap dancers, table dancers, mad back rooms And you can double up your profit if you take them home "I wanna be

Serena All white top, all white belt And all white jeans, body looking like milk No time for games, she's full grown My chick bad, tell your chick to go home

Damn, that's gotta be disgusting Uh, shit make you wanna throw up This is BigBoy Music, it should make me wanna grow-up Flows like syrup, it just make you wanna

Serena All white top, all white belt And all white jeans, body lookin' like milk No time for games, she's full grown My chick bad, tell your chick to go home

go slow What I don't wanna do is crash nooo. Just know you're not in this thing alone There's always a place in me that you can call home Whenever you