Testo Make It Home - Tanner Hughes
Testo della canzone Make It Home (Tanner Hughes), tratta dall'album Hughes Landing, Chapter 1
And let's get in to this new music right now
This all you've been waiting for
World premiere right here
Exclusive
I just got this one in
This from my man Tanner Hughes
Remember you heard this here tonight
Come on
You got some wine in the refrigerator
Waiting on you and you gone pop it when you make it home
Girl and you ain't gotta stress about it
Just hit my line and I'm coming over
Massages from your head to toe
And I promise to do it how you like it baby
You got some wine in the refrigerator
Waiting on you and you gone pop it when you make it home
Girl and you ain't gotta stress about it
Just hit my line and I'm coming over
I do whatever you want me to
Like I'm supposed to do
Help you out in every way to get comfortable
How you like me to
Aye
Do it
They say everything in Texas bigger ain't nothing here steward
Water round my neck
My bitch water I'm too fluid
Aye
Fucking up a check my bills blew that's how I grew it
See my life a Mona Lisa, T da Vinci how I drew it
Now I can buy you Prada, Pucci, Gucci, and still Lu it
Put it all on a tape, fuck it we gone make a movie
Slim waist with all that cake a make a sane nigga stupid
I can tell you, I know I'm tryna treat her like a doll
Because that body so cold
This was supposed to be a one time thing and I know
You fell in love, got addicted to how I hit it slow
So tonight let's take a toast
And we can hit the lights, turn the music down low
Turn the tv on and get a blanket, got to make sure you ain't cold
Tanner world wide they gone play me coast to coast
But I'm here with you right now so ima give your ass the most
You got some wine in the refrigerator
Waiting on you and you gone pop it when you make it home
Girl and you ain't gotta stress about it
Just hit my line and I'm coming over
Massages from your head to toe
And I promise to do it how you like it baby
And make it last
Them other hoes trash cause I'm fucking with the baddest
Aye it's perfect how it is, it ain't got to be the fattest
Pretty with no makeup, tryna rip her out the plastic
Everything we do, we do it big high fashion
Better know what it is, 3 months at the crib no detaching
We could, we could travel round the world no Aladdin
I'm the proof of what'll happen chasing loot with a passion
She a cutie that'll hold them legs obtuse when I attack it
Bare the fruits and the sweetest of the juice is from the blackest
Sipping juice, pour a 4x deuce of the acti
Whole neck on froze, you can skate
Hockey
Tonight we sipping wine but that tequila make me papi
Black card on deck, get what you want when shopping
Get what you want I'll cop it
You know I ain't stressing bout it
We can do the supper couple thing and have the whole world watching
You got some wine in the refrigerator
Waiting on you and you gone pop it when you make it home
Girl and you ain't gotta stress about it
Just hit my line and I'm coming over
Massages from your head to toe
And I promise to do it how you like it baby
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Writer(s): Omar Duro, Guardian Angel Bush
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