Bro’Sis Lyrics, You Better Not Come Home Lyrics

You Better Not Come Home – Bro’Sis

U can’t be trusted, boy you got busted, got
me angry and disgusted, what’s this, attitude
no gratitude, what you doin’ on the side boy,
got me mad at you, but what I’m bout to do
it tighten up, get rough, had enough, what’s
up, times are about to get real tough, – cause
your covers got blown, now you out on
your own – so you know you better not
come back home

Better not, better not, better not come home
you better not come home

It’s really gettin’ hot tonight so u better not
come home – uuuuh baby gotta treat me
right so u better not come home – it’s really
gettin’ hot tonight so u better not come
home – uuuuh baby gotta treat me right so u
better not come home

It’s like hot in the kitchen girl I see that you
won’t listen, why you act’en like that, why
you tripp’en and flippen it’s like I’m pippen on
a underground mission, why you acten
foul, girl you getten kinda loud, – with them
accuasations, I can see you don’t under-
stand what i’m facin’ the aggravation
unjustified retaliation, girl you better wake
up and tecognize the facts, ain’t no need to
act like that

Now you playen out of bounds, better check
your tags, recognize homegirl I don’t get
down like that, I used to be a straight mack
way back in the days, had my street fame
now I changed my game, better educated,
straight up better dedicated, playen’ for real
girl, never hesitated, so why you wanna go
and leave your brotha alone, what you
mean girl I better not come back home.

  Drake Lyrics, 6pm in New York Lyrics

Better not, better not, better not come home
you better not come home

It’s really gettin’ hot tonight so u better not
come home – uuuuh baby gotta treat me
right so u better not come home – it’s really
gettin’ hot tonight so u better not come
home – uuuuh baby gotta treat me right so u
better not come home

So I better not come back home, girl why
you wanna leave a brotha alone (ah), now
what you talken bout (ah) – I don’t do a
thang, but I know you probably thinken’
that this brothas runnen games.

No phone numbers, no addresses, tryen’ to
get them girls under them dresses, no not me
girl, stop that, – ‘cuz my love is on the real
and you can bet that

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