When you mix Henny with Bombay, things are bound to get messy! Ty Dolla $ign and YG serve up a cocktail of temptation and regret in this anthem for the romantically reckless. Our protagonist texts his main chick to let her know he won't be home tonight—classic move when you're out reliving old flames and bad habits. With jet skis, naked bitches, and a sprinkle of R. Kelly's "12 Play," it's clear he's living his best (or worst) life. Misunderstood or just plain naughty? You decide. But one thing's for sure: he’s not making it home anytime soon!
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Hm, 4Hunnid, oh yeah, oh yeah
You know, sounds, yeah
Sounds (so)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain't coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain't coming home (home), tonight (Bongo By The Way)
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb')
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding 'round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking 'bout all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly, "12 Play" with the foreplay
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I'm just misunderstood
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain't coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain't coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain't coming home tonight (home)
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (skrt)
I'm on jet ski's with naked bitches
Give my last to these naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That's how, you know, when it's all bad (all bad)
She call me or text, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I'm doing all that
I tell her I'm not, she like, YG, you a thot
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4Hunnid, ah), I'm just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, a hundred times, told her, I was gon' stop
But it's kind of hard, when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It's kind of hard, when you're making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop, yeah
I just text my main chick (main)
Told her I ain't coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
Told her I ain't coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
Told her I ain't coming home tonight (home)
Writer(s): Tyrone Griffin, Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson, Uforo Ebong, Christian Ward, Floyd Bentley III, Quinnes Parker, Donell Jones, Daron Jones, Michael Keith, Christopher Wallace, Kyle West, DeWayne Rogers, Marvin Scandrick, Sean Combs, Steven Jordan
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, O/B/O DistroKid, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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