I don't even f*ck with yall the slightest bit
But that's life lil homie and it's Quite a trip
I be chillin at the crib eatin hella snacks
You drinking 9 dollar beers watching fellas rap
The hell with that I ain't tryna leave the house really
Uber eats and grub hub with my spouse near me
I could take a dump when it's callin me
And I ain't got put no paper on the toilet seat
I bare ass it ...home shitting with my shirt off
And I ain't gotta drive squeeze the lime juice in Smirnoff
My Shorty bout a bust them titties
Loose
I ain't on the scene
I'm dipping peen in some kitty juice
After that I'll prolly take a nap
And scratch my balls for a bit ta my favorite tracks
Bumpin billy Joel in my underwear's
An I got everything I need I'm never Unprepared
Fam, I ain't tryna leave the crib
Don't invite me where you are
I ain't tryna be a bitch
But I got food I got drinks I got pussy now
So tell me what the f*cks the point of me goin out?
Fam, I ain't tryna leave the crib
Don't invite me where you are
I ain't tryna be a bitch
But I got food I got drinks I got pussy now
So tell me what the f*cks the point of me goin out?
I could go inside the lab and I'll make a beat
Then Upstairs in the fridge I got my favorite treats
Sittin on the porch wit a doobie lit
While you tryna stick your pork in a groupie bitch
I got a dozen beers and they ice cold some Cinnabon's in the oven that my wife rolled woah
Its not getting any better... I ain't goin in my pocket I ain't spending any cheddar
I ain't got worry bout no parking cops
Or puttin quarters in the meter for a parking spot
If it's dark or not, hot or it's frigid rain
I keep the thermostat locked on that 6 and 8
Talking on the Celly in my ball shorts been rockin em a decade
They've never seen a ball court
F*ck the mall dog I 'll order it on prime
It'll be there on the steps when it's time to rise and shine
Fam, I ain't tryna leave the crib
Don't invite me where you are
I ain't tryna be a bitch
But I got food I got drinks I got pussy now
So tell me what the f*cks the point of me goin out?
Fam, I ain't tryna leave the crib
Don't invite me where you are
I ain't tryna be a bitch
But I got food I got drinks I got pussy now
So tell me what the f*cks the point of me goin out?
Coast LoCastro - Leave the Crib Lyrics
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I don't even f*ck with yall the slightest bit
But that's life lil homie and it's Quite a trip
I be chillin at the crib eatin hella snacks
You drinking 9 dollar beers watching fellas rap
The hell with that I ain't tryna leave the house really
Uber eats and grub hub with my spouse near me
I could take a dump when it's callin me
And I ain't got put no paper on the toilet seat
I bare ass it ...home shitting with my shirt off
And I ain't gotta drive squeeze the lime juice in Smirnoff
My Shorty bout a bust them titties
Loose
I ain't on the scene
I'm dipping peen in some kitty juice
After that I'll prolly take a nap
And scratch my balls for a bit ta my favorite tracks
Bumpin billy Joel in my underwear's
An I got everything I need I'm never Unprepared
Fam, I ain't tryna leave the crib
Don't invite me where you are
I ain't tryna be a bitch
But I got food I got drinks I got pussy now
So tell me what the f*cks the point of me goin out?
Fam, I ain't tryna leave the crib
Don't invite me where you are
I ain't tryna be a bitch
But I got food I got drinks I got pussy now
So tell me what the f*cks the point of me goin out?
I could go inside the lab and I'll make a beat
Then Upstairs in the fridge I got my favorite treats
Sittin on the porch wit a doobie lit
While you tryna stick your pork in a groupie bitch
I got a dozen beers and they ice cold some Cinnabon's in the oven that my wife rolled woah
Its not getting any better... I ain't goin in my pocket I ain't spending any cheddar
I ain't got worry bout no parking cops
Or puttin quarters in the meter for a parking spot
If it's dark or not, hot or it's frigid rain
I keep the thermostat locked on that 6 and 8
Talking on the Celly in my ball shorts been rockin em a decade
They've never seen a ball court
F*ck the mall dog I 'll order it on prime
It'll be there on the steps when it's time to rise and shine
Fam, I ain't tryna leave the crib
Don't invite me where you are
I ain't tryna be a bitch
But I got food I got drinks I got pussy now
So tell me what the f*cks the point of me goin out?
Fam, I ain't tryna leave the crib
Don't invite me where you are
I ain't tryna be a bitch
But I got food I got drinks I got pussy now
So tell me what the f*cks the point of me goin out?
But that's life lil homie and it's Quite a trip
I be chillin at the crib eatin hella snacks
You drinking 9 dollar beers watching fellas rap
The hell with that I ain't tryna leave the house really
Uber eats and grub hub with my spouse near me
I could take a dump when it's callin me
And I ain't got put no paper on the toilet seat
I bare ass it ...home shitting with my shirt off
And I ain't gotta drive squeeze the lime juice in Smirnoff
My Shorty bout a bust them titties
Loose
I ain't on the scene
I'm dipping peen in some kitty juice
After that I'll prolly take a nap
And scratch my balls for a bit ta my favorite tracks
Bumpin billy Joel in my underwear's
An I got everything I need I'm never Unprepared
Fam, I ain't tryna leave the crib
Don't invite me where you are
I ain't tryna be a bitch
But I got food I got drinks I got pussy now
So tell me what the f*cks the point of me goin out?
Fam, I ain't tryna leave the crib
Don't invite me where you are
I ain't tryna be a bitch
But I got food I got drinks I got pussy now
So tell me what the f*cks the point of me goin out?
I could go inside the lab and I'll make a beat
Then Upstairs in the fridge I got my favorite treats
Sittin on the porch wit a doobie lit
While you tryna stick your pork in a groupie bitch
I got a dozen beers and they ice cold some Cinnabon's in the oven that my wife rolled woah
Its not getting any better... I ain't goin in my pocket I ain't spending any cheddar
I ain't got worry bout no parking cops
Or puttin quarters in the meter for a parking spot
If it's dark or not, hot or it's frigid rain
I keep the thermostat locked on that 6 and 8
Talking on the Celly in my ball shorts been rockin em a decade
They've never seen a ball court
F*ck the mall dog I 'll order it on prime
It'll be there on the steps when it's time to rise and shine
Fam, I ain't tryna leave the crib
Don't invite me where you are
I ain't tryna be a bitch
But I got food I got drinks I got pussy now
So tell me what the f*cks the point of me goin out?
Fam, I ain't tryna leave the crib
Don't invite me where you are
I ain't tryna be a bitch
But I got food I got drinks I got pussy now
So tell me what the f*cks the point of me goin out?
Writer: P LoCastro
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