GETCHU HOME ft. Corey Vintage Lyrics

Five-star hotel

I fucked yo girl, oh well

She finna snitch, hoe tell

She locked me up, no jail

I can't escape, no bail

But I like fuckin' her, anyway

Big badonk, with the skinny waist

She be pleasin' me anyway I want

It's blissful to my conscience

'Nuff with all that nonsense

Don, I'm on my Sean shit

And I don't see what you be seein'

Tryna get to the house, so I can fill you with my semen

Advisin' yo mama, she might wanna get out the house

It go from the bed to the kitchen and then on the couch

I faint for that fanny, you gon' have to do mouth-to-mouth

And I just be geekin', blowin' back-edy ounce-ounce

I smacky the booty, I like when itty bounce-bounce

And I ain't had wetty in a minute, I'm in a drought

Now I'm makin' that pussy squirt-squirty like it's a fountain

I'm plottin-ty plottin-ty, I know that you never doubtin'

I just don't know what you see in me

Maybe me and you were meant to be

I just don't know what you see in me

But maybe me and you were meant to be

Tryna get you home, I'm plottin'

Tryna get you home, I'm plottin'

Tryna get you home, I'm plottin'

Tryna get you home, I'm plottin'

Tryna get you home, I'm plottin'

Tryna get you home, I'm plottin'

Tryna get you home, I'm plottin'

Tryna get you home, I'm plottin'

Tryna get you home

Tryna get you home

Tryna get you home

Tryna get you home

Tryna get you home

Do you all night long

Tryna get you home