Not Coming Home Tonight - Three Loco

I’m not coming home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I got a pocket full of cash, a car full of gas

So I’m not coming home tonight, home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I’m not coming home tonight

I got a pocket full of cash, a car full of gas

So I’m not coming home tonight (yeah)

I ain’t coming home tonight

Just got a case of Coors Light

I’m a get another DUI

Sorry fat ass, this my life

I won’t be back I’m sorry,

I’m at a Three Loco party (Viva!)

Fuckin' a cholo barbie

In Cocoa Beach, so gnarly

I don’t wanna come home

Bitch, just let a dog roam,

Hell nah I didn’t answer my phone,

I was all alone doin' drugs in a school zone

Fuck home I don’t even wanna go there,

On the road, the road to Saint Elsewhere,

I ain’t lost I’m just cruisin' Black,

I found two bitches that go ass to ass.

Motel 6 ain’t up to par

So fuck it;

I’ll just sleep in my car

Woke up on the edge of the earth

I don’t wanna go back, it ain’t worth it

Now I’m in Paris with Euro hoes

They French kissin' my dick now I’ll never go home

Billy Jean, Charlie Sheen

My blunt looks like a burrito supreme.

(taco!)

I can front page of the magazine

Now she in my face, Maybelline

Rap game Madonna, stirke a pose

Bad bitch at mi casa, foldin clothes (laundry!)

Now I’m Burt Reynolds with the Listerine (washhh)

Live half my life in a limousine

I pour my four in a zeema

My bitch asked if I treena,

Like MC Hammer have you seen her?