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  • Текст песни Saturday Night Live - Back Home Ballers

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    На этой странице находится текст песни Saturday Night Live - Back Home Ballers, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    Your girls are back
    Kate,
    Cecily,
    Sasheer,
    Vanessa,
    Leslie,
    Cameron,
    And your Lil’ Baby Aidy.
    We’re home for Thanksgiving y’all
    And our parents are real happy to see us
    So they’re gonna treat us like queens
    This may be their house
    But for the next four days
    We’re about to run this bitch
    Walk in the door, hand my bag to the valet
    In case you’re wondering - it’s my daddy
    Head straight to the fridge like a boss yo
    Hell yeah - my mom went to Costco
    It ain’t my house but I’ll tear it up
    Got a plate real dirty, won’t clean it up
    Then I roll up to the washer, laundry game on lock
    Gonna do a whole load for just one sock
    Cuz I’m a back home baller
    If I want something I just holler
    I do what I want and I get what I want
    Cuz my parents miss their daughter
    This whole damn house is a shrine to me
    Cuz everybody here’s obsessed with me
    My second grade drawings are framed like Picasso’s
    If I say “mom, tacos” my mom will make tacos
    We always see a movie but it can’t be odd
    So we settle for Penguins or Madagascar
    And as a nice gesture I bought all the tickets
    Psych - not a chance! My dad freakin’ did it
    When my mom needs help I pretend to be nappin’
    Even though I can hear all that is happening
    It sounds like she really needs help in the kitchen
    But if she thinks I’m moving, then that bitch be trippin’
    I’m a back home baller
    And grandma says I look taller
    They wait on me like I’m sickly
    That’s the life of a back home baller
    Taking out the thrash when my neighbours spot me
    They swarm around me like my own paparazzi
    Talking and stalking they can’t get enough of me
    Wondering, questioning what’s going on with me
    “So what’s going on with you?”
    “Uh… The same?”
    “Okay, Jean… Bye…”
    Once everyone’s in bed I go insane
    Heroin, marijuana, crack cocaine
    Are not what I want I want cheese on chips
    And to put on some very own crisp white strips
    Getting free wi-fi like a dope ass hoe
    The password starts with seventeen O’s
    And B 4 5 L T N G then capital X then 3 3 3
    Then 1 4 5 8 T D Q and 3 1 4 and double-u
    Hold up, y’all don’t even know how hip it is at my mom’s house
    That bitch puts out so many bowls of things for me, it’s insane
    I’m up to my ass in bowls, bowls, all types of bowls
    Chips and mints and seashell bowls
    My mom’s got a bowl for anything
    Potpourri and nuts and err-thang
    Bowl on the toilet, bowl on the shelf
    Bowl of M&M’s, I can’t help myself
    She puts out these bowls for me
    And any bowl I like I get for free
    Cuz I’m a back home baller
    In pajamas that cost 10 dollars
    Tell my mother that I love her more than any freaking other
    That’s the life of a back home baller
    Damn straight y’all!
    Love y’all mom and dad, we out
    See you in a month for Christmas, we doing this all again
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