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Take Me Home Video (MV)




Performed By: Wigflippa
Length: 1:34
Written by: Taylor Scott




Wigflippa - Take Me Home Lyrics




Yeah my city be a black hole
We was on a backroad
Smokin till our face went numb

There was tweakers on the street side
Speakers with the bass high
Someone gotta take me home

It was dark where we came from
Shit I couldn't make up
Happen everywhere we go

Gotta get it how you live tho
Make it out of this hell dog
Find a new place to roam

I'm just lurkin
Lookin
12 trynna book him
But they can't
Juggin
Mr getaway
I got the juice
Drankin
This ain't lemonade
This shit here for pain
Jukin
Bet I bust a move when I move
It's a game
I don't ever lose if I do it's a fake
Ido this shit for free till I do this shit for pay
I do it for the love I don't do it for no fame
I got big things in the works big thangs
I need a new chain new shirt new ring
Boy about to blow like a tank of butane
Wigflippa never mundane
Put it down Monday to Sunday
Look like I came off the runway
Homie with the gunplay
Put it to your dome call it doomsday
I just mutate hit me on the two way
We ain't talkin less it's bout a blueface

Yeah my city be a black hole
We was on a backroad
Smokin till our face went numb

There was tweakers on the street side
Speakers with the bass high
Someone gotta take me home
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Yeah my city be a black hole
We was on a backroad
Smokin till our face went numb

There was tweakers on the street side
Speakers with the bass high
Someone gotta take me home

It was dark where we came from
Shit I couldn't make up
Happen everywhere we go

Gotta get it how you live tho
Make it out of this hell dog
Find a new place to roam

I'm just lurkin
Lookin
12 trynna book him
But they can't
Juggin
Mr getaway
I got the juice
Drankin
This ain't lemonade
This shit here for pain
Jukin
Bet I bust a move when I move
It's a game
I don't ever lose if I do it's a fake
Ido this shit for free till I do this shit for pay
I do it for the love I don't do it for no fame
I got big things in the works big thangs
I need a new chain new shirt new ring
Boy about to blow like a tank of butane
Wigflippa never mundane
Put it down Monday to Sunday
Look like I came off the runway
Homie with the gunplay
Put it to your dome call it doomsday
I just mutate hit me on the two way
We ain't talkin less it's bout a blueface

Yeah my city be a black hole
We was on a backroad
Smokin till our face went numb

There was tweakers on the street side
Speakers with the bass high
Someone gotta take me home
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Writer: Taylor Scott
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