Cash Money AP
My homeboy was on the phone talking 'bout murking me
You out yo damn mind if you think I'm gon let you murder me
If they call me to the stand, I'm committing perjury
And if a nigga snitch then they gon' charge me with a first degree
Ohh I can get it for the low
Middle fingers up
It's f*ck the D.A. and the popo
Honey Bourbon backwood
I'm rolling up good dro (Gas gas)
Ohh baby you know that I want you (Want you)
Ohh baby you should let me flaunt you (Flaunt you)
I'm with whatever baby
You know that I got you (Got you)
And f*ck them pussy bitches
You know that they not you (Not you)
I been up all night
Making songs that you can bop to (Yeah yeah)
Pineapple Fanta, Red bandana
You know how I'm coming (Z-I-L-L-A)
Ralph Lauren socks and shirt
You know I aint never bummy (Hell nah)
Don't know yo last man
Must've been a f*cking dummy (Dumbass)
F*ck that lil nigga
Baby we should just go get this money (Cash)
I'ma slide it in slow til I'm deep in yo tummy (Oh yeah)
And f*ck these pussy niggas hating
They can't take you from me (Oh Oh)
And on the real luh shawty
That shit just so f*cking funny
I know they want you, but if they touch you
I'm gon put em under
You left me! You left me for a nigga! F*ck outta here!
I thought you loved me! You was my baby, my f*cking cinnamon apple!
Ohh I can get it for the low
Middle fingers up
It's f*ck the D.A. and the popo
Honey Bourbon backwood
I'm rolling up good dro (Gas gas)
Ohh baby you know that I want you (Want you)
Ohh baby you should let me flaunt you (Flaunt you)
I'm with whatever baby
You know that I got you (Got you)
And f*ck them pussy bitches
You know that they not you (Not you)
I been up all night
Making songs that you can bop to (Yeah yeah)
Bop to
This some shit to give me top to
Pick you up, pin you against the wall
No, I won't drop you
Girl, you top two
And I know you the shit
But girl you not two
Turn the volume up
And let's just rock boo
See them sorry niggas staring at you
Every time you walk through
I'm gon f*ck you good
And give you someone real to talk to
Ohh I can get it for the low
Middle fingers up
It's f*ck the D.A. and the popo
Honey Bourbon backwood
I'm rolling up good dro (Gas gas)
Ohh baby you know that I want you (Want you)
Ohh baby you should let me flaunt you (Flaunt you)
I'm with whatever baby
You know that I got you (Got you)
And f*ck them pussy bitches
You know that they not you (Not you)
I been up all night
Making songs that you can bop to (Yeah yeah)
Bazel 3d - Honey Bourbon Lyrics
Bazel 3d - Honey Bourbon Lyrics
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Cash Money AP
My homeboy was on the phone talking 'bout murking me
You out yo damn mind if you think I'm gon let you murder me
If they call me to the stand, I'm committing perjury
And if a nigga snitch then they gon' charge me with a first degree
Ohh I can get it for the low
Middle fingers up
It's f*ck the D.A. and the popo
Honey Bourbon backwood
I'm rolling up good dro (Gas gas)
Ohh baby you know that I want you (Want you)
Ohh baby you should let me flaunt you (Flaunt you)
I'm with whatever baby
You know that I got you (Got you)
And f*ck them pussy bitches
You know that they not you (Not you)
I been up all night
Making songs that you can bop to (Yeah yeah)
Pineapple Fanta, Red bandana
You know how I'm coming (Z-I-L-L-A)
Ralph Lauren socks and shirt
You know I aint never bummy (Hell nah)
Don't know yo last man
Must've been a f*cking dummy (Dumbass)
F*ck that lil nigga
Baby we should just go get this money (Cash)
I'ma slide it in slow til I'm deep in yo tummy (Oh yeah)
And f*ck these pussy niggas hating
They can't take you from me (Oh Oh)
And on the real luh shawty
That shit just so f*cking funny
I know they want you, but if they touch you
I'm gon put em under
You left me! You left me for a nigga! F*ck outta here!
I thought you loved me! You was my baby, my f*cking cinnamon apple!
Ohh I can get it for the low
Middle fingers up
It's f*ck the D.A. and the popo
Honey Bourbon backwood
I'm rolling up good dro (Gas gas)
Ohh baby you know that I want you (Want you)
Ohh baby you should let me flaunt you (Flaunt you)
I'm with whatever baby
You know that I got you (Got you)
And f*ck them pussy bitches
You know that they not you (Not you)
I been up all night
Making songs that you can bop to (Yeah yeah)
Bop to
This some shit to give me top to
Pick you up, pin you against the wall
No, I won't drop you
Girl, you top two
And I know you the shit
But girl you not two
Turn the volume up
And let's just rock boo
See them sorry niggas staring at you
Every time you walk through
I'm gon f*ck you good
And give you someone real to talk to
Ohh I can get it for the low
Middle fingers up
It's f*ck the D.A. and the popo
Honey Bourbon backwood
I'm rolling up good dro (Gas gas)
Ohh baby you know that I want you (Want you)
Ohh baby you should let me flaunt you (Flaunt you)
I'm with whatever baby
You know that I got you (Got you)
And f*ck them pussy bitches
You know that they not you (Not you)
I been up all night
Making songs that you can bop to (Yeah yeah)
My homeboy was on the phone talking 'bout murking me
You out yo damn mind if you think I'm gon let you murder me
If they call me to the stand, I'm committing perjury
And if a nigga snitch then they gon' charge me with a first degree
Ohh I can get it for the low
Middle fingers up
It's f*ck the D.A. and the popo
Honey Bourbon backwood
I'm rolling up good dro (Gas gas)
Ohh baby you know that I want you (Want you)
Ohh baby you should let me flaunt you (Flaunt you)
I'm with whatever baby
You know that I got you (Got you)
And f*ck them pussy bitches
You know that they not you (Not you)
I been up all night
Making songs that you can bop to (Yeah yeah)
Pineapple Fanta, Red bandana
You know how I'm coming (Z-I-L-L-A)
Ralph Lauren socks and shirt
You know I aint never bummy (Hell nah)
Don't know yo last man
Must've been a f*cking dummy (Dumbass)
F*ck that lil nigga
Baby we should just go get this money (Cash)
I'ma slide it in slow til I'm deep in yo tummy (Oh yeah)
And f*ck these pussy niggas hating
They can't take you from me (Oh Oh)
And on the real luh shawty
That shit just so f*cking funny
I know they want you, but if they touch you
I'm gon put em under
You left me! You left me for a nigga! F*ck outta here!
I thought you loved me! You was my baby, my f*cking cinnamon apple!
Ohh I can get it for the low
Middle fingers up
It's f*ck the D.A. and the popo
Honey Bourbon backwood
I'm rolling up good dro (Gas gas)
Ohh baby you know that I want you (Want you)
Ohh baby you should let me flaunt you (Flaunt you)
I'm with whatever baby
You know that I got you (Got you)
And f*ck them pussy bitches
You know that they not you (Not you)
I been up all night
Making songs that you can bop to (Yeah yeah)
Bop to
This some shit to give me top to
Pick you up, pin you against the wall
No, I won't drop you
Girl, you top two
And I know you the shit
But girl you not two
Turn the volume up
And let's just rock boo
See them sorry niggas staring at you
Every time you walk through
I'm gon f*ck you good
And give you someone real to talk to
Ohh I can get it for the low
Middle fingers up
It's f*ck the D.A. and the popo
Honey Bourbon backwood
I'm rolling up good dro (Gas gas)
Ohh baby you know that I want you (Want you)
Ohh baby you should let me flaunt you (Flaunt you)
I'm with whatever baby
You know that I got you (Got you)
And f*ck them pussy bitches
You know that they not you (Not you)
I been up all night
Making songs that you can bop to (Yeah yeah)
Writer: Basel Davis, Reginald Humphrey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid