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Luke Christopher – WALKIN’ HOME Lyrics

WALKIN’ HOME Lyrics by Luke Christopher


[Luke Christopher]
You already know I’m not something to mess with

[Luke Christopher]
I’m like, wish picture, wish club, wish hope
We just had this conversation fifteen minutes ago
She swerve
She swerve
Then she like, “Fine nigga treats your woman like hell”
But get your ass up out the car, you walking home by yourself
She swerve
She swerve

[Luke Christopher]
Yeah, but you ain’t picture perfect neither, I see you where you lead her
Acts like you a hoe but want respect like you a rica
Said you with your girl, but no, your girl said that they seen ya
How come I can’t yell at you but you and me supposed to be equal
And I never let go of the shit that you said back at your party, right
You said there were plenty of niggas like me out there that you could find
Well, I invite you, fine wine, I’ll be nice, boo
‘Cause in two years it’s gon’ bite, you gon’ crawl back like I never liked you
But that’s cool, I ain’t trippin’
But Lord knows I’ve been testing hoes and chilling
If you take me back I might clean the clothes out the kitchen
A month ago [?] bitching

[Luke Christopher]
I’m running ’round like, wish picture, wish club, wish hope
We just had this conversation fifteen minutes ago
She swerve, woah, slow down
She swerve, slow down
Then she like, “Fine nigga treats your woman like hell”
But get your ass up out the car, you walking home by yourself
She swerve, slow down
She swerve, slow down

[Luke Christopher]
Yeah, left, right, switching lanes, shawty driving wild and low
Me, I spin around my hair, you wipe off your cover-up
I don’t got no time for no lies, not a minute
You done lost your mind, like you drive like a menace
If you wasn’t my bitch I be on the island or something
Ain’t no questions, [?] my ties out of function
I love you but why you gotta hate though
Seconds later, walking on the interstate though

[Luke Christopher]
Wish picture, wish club, wish hope
We just had this conversation fifteen minutes ago
She swerve, woah, slow down
She swerve, slow down
Then she like, “Fine nigga treats your woman like hell”
But get your ass up out the car, you walking home by yourself
She swerve, slow down
She swerve, slow down


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