Gunsxroses

Lyrics

[Intro] Pour up a cup, crush me a Xan' [Verse 1] These females comes over I treat 'em good but I don't love em, love em These drugs in my system All in my blood can't flush em', flush em' I'm young and I'm vulgar, pull up on a cougar, she blushing, blushing I just fill up a cup, pull out a Xanax and crush it, crush it [Chorus] Baby girl, guns and roses Don't ever leave me lonely Home is where the heart is And I love my homies So love me and fuck me, but please do not phone me, no Love me and fuck me, but please do not phone me Guns and roses Baby girl, guns and roses Baby girl, guns and roses Baby girl, guns and roses Baby girl, ooh Don't ever leave me lonely Home is where the heart is And I love my homies So, love me, but please do not phone me [Verse 2] MAC-10 and aloha Little miss is a go'er Pistol and a clover Get your ass in the motor I drive her crazy, she know the streets pay me I sell Anna and Katie Baby, baby, I'm Lancey, I'll shoot the officer and lay him in daisies I'm gorgeous, I'll say it again I got sauce for, like, eight of your friends 'Cause they're sick and they need to be cleansed Tryna fuck every bitch on both sides of the Thames No really, trust me I don't need no apartment Backseat of the bimmer, 'cause you know I'm slutty Stop tryna be Lancey, man, go home and study [Bridge] Go home and be you The streets do not feel you I say what I want, 'cause I know who I am They pay what I want, then put nose through a gram [Chorus] Guns and roses Baby girl, guns and roses Don't ever leave me lonely Home is where the heart is And I love my homies So love me and fuck me, but please do not phone me Love me and fuck me, but please do not phone me Guns and roses [Verse 2] Wagwan, rude boy? What's good, rude boy? What's that, kush, rude boy? Look like bush, rude boy? What's that, Nike, rude boy? Look like whoosh, rude boy? You alright, rude boy? You need a push, rude boy? Fuck you, I'm clean, rude boy I'm Céline, rude boy Maison Margiela, Martine, rude boy Raf Simons routine, rude boy I'm the BM driving, solo-styling, no dick-riding Lancey the Foux, rude boy [Outro] Baby girl, guns and roses Don't ever leave me lonely Home is where the heart is And I love my homies So love me and fuck me, but please do not phone me, no So love me and fuck me, but please do not phone me Guns and roses Baby girl, guns and roses Baby girl, guns and roses Baby girl, guns and roses Baby girl, guns— Home is where the heart is And I love my homies So love me and fuck me, but please do not phone me, no Guns and roses