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honey - ​lildre556 lyrics

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uh
yo, yo
gang
b*tch, i got november on this b*tch with me

we them young n*ggas you can’t f*ck with
drop a dot, drop a lo and get touched quick
lil’ b*tch tryna go on a picnic, too bad cause i’m tryna get rich
and these n*ggas be broke, get the f*ck out my mentions
yeah, i’m gettin’ to these racks, while these young n*ggas b*tchin’
and, i’m gettin’ to this cheese, while these f*ck n*ggas snitchin’
n*gga diss on the gang, get to mf (?)
if a young n*gga diss on the gang, get to mf hitting’
(what the f*ck!)
you know we ain’t going for sh*t (sh*t)

a young n*gga (?) that l!ck
my young n*gga run down, we taking yo’ sh*t
ay f*ck n*gga, “why is you running?”
n*gga, i got my stick so i’m gunnin’
he a b*tch, so wе takin’ his money
bad b*tch sweet, taste just like honеy
and she bounce on the d*ck, like a bunny
and i’m tryna put a kid in her tummy
she wanna talk, i say, “what the (?)?”
i’m gettin’ to this money, this sh*t is not funny
young n*gga in the trap, from monday to sunday
i’m tryna bust sh*t down, tryna bust sh*t down like a onion
these young n*ggas ain’t talking bout nothing!
we them young n*ggas you can’t f*ck with
drop a dot, drop a lo and get touched quick
lil’ b*tch tryna go on a picnic, too bad cause i’m tryna get rich
and these n*ggas be broke, get the f*ck out my mentions
yeah, i’m gettin’ to these racks, while these young n*ggas b*tchin’
and, i’m gettin’ to this cheese, while these f*ck n*ggas snitchin’
n*gga diss on the gang, get to mf (?)
if a young n*gga diss on the gang, get to mf hitting’
(what the f*ck!)
you know we ain’t going for sh*t (sh*t)
you know i’m posted up 36 (ay, he a b*tch!)
a young n*gga (?) that l!ck
my young n*gga run down, we taking yo’ sh*t
ay f*ck n*gga, “why is you running?”
n*gga, i got my stick so i’m gunnin’
he a b*tch, so we takin’ his money
bad b*tch sweet, taste just like honey
and she bounce on the d*ck, like a bunny
and i’m tryna put a kid in her tummy
she wanna talk, i say, “what the (?)?”
i’m gettin’ to this money, this sh*t is not funny
young n*gga in the trap, from monday to sunday
i’m tryna bust sh*t down, tryna bust sh*t down like a onion
these young n*ggas ain’t talking bout nothing!

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