a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

gucci gang (remix) - wynne (rap) lyrics

[intro]
ayo
yeah
w-wynne

[chorus]
honeycomb, honeycomb, honeycomb
whatcha know, betcha don’t
we don’t really talk that, no
gotta flex, percocets, movin’ up
got a grip, get a grip
we don’t really rock that, no
funny ’cause honey does, makin’ moves
tbh, you don’t know
lil wayne taught that, yeah
confident, common sense, starter sh-t
rookie ‘the year, feelin’ like
heddo playin’ for the mets
you ain’t got the actions that can back it up (uh)
back when i was rappin’ in the back the bus
i would never ever rap about no acura
i don’t have it, that would not be accurate
honey but i’m on my yellow jacket sh-t
i loose it and i posted on my status, b-tch
you want me to throw it back right after this?
i don’t even flinch i’m on my atticus

[bridge]
who the f-ck you thought it was
i don’t look down on my buns
i’m not, i’m no donald trump
i’m just hoping oprah runs
2020 like my vision is like
that’s my rorschachs, you like images, yeah
and all that hurts my percentages
independent like women in my city is (oh!)

[verse]
thinking of coming to the west coast
truly they wanna be retro
giving the boys at the metco
[?] metro
giving it up and they get smoke
given the swell of my lymph nodes
[?] time of wrist scroll
don’t really care if it’s sick though, uh
they don’t make a crown for this sh-t do they?
whoever in the castle know you got a roommate?
i’m’a pack my things be there in two days
gonna get my mia thermopolis on b-tch
spice girl gave fresh tips
thinkin’ bout the last stranger i kissed
good thing it was dark and he don’t know i’m that b-tch
but he probably taste the honey when he licked his lips right after
wanted me to treat him like a jolly rancher, no!
young motherf-cker, he don’t have no manners, no
wynne don’t give a sh-t, that’s a honey badger (whoa!)
hit him in the b-lls, swing batter batter
look, what’s a, not, do a little
go, in a, make it, they wait
[?] is impeccable
att-tude, ever [?], antidote
matador, mad at you? there’s the door
g-g-get, get it out, levitate, wings are sore
i don’t really work that hard, i work smart
that’s a lie, b-tch we been doin’ them both
now i didn’t wake up like this, with a strut like this
and no f-cks to give, and my b-tt so thick
i gotta work hard to be the a
honeycomb, honeycomb, honeycomb
wait, i haven’t seen lil pump in ’bout 8 days
i haven’t seen my teacher, how i’m getting straight as?
how you buyin’ diamonds, ya they really made bank
i used to buy game and you ain’t even say thanks
y’all play your shot, these are the breaks

[verse]
this was not an accident i’ve had the sh-t blasted
up in the attic where i packed it in the trash
now please don’t ask me about it
you actually have a better chance of the package dropped on your -ss in the first round
than me being flat out impressed by rappin’, lack of your talent
i’m sorry
i’m really not, i’m a liar
i get it, if i had a dollar for every time they told me i was fire
and i actually wasn’t i would be broke (huh.)

[chorus]
honeycomb, honeycomb, honeycomb
whatcha know, betcha don’t
we don’t really talk that, no
gotta flex, percocets, movin’ up
got a grip, get a grip
we don’t really want that, no
funny ’cause honey does, makin’ moves
tbh, you don’t know
lil wayne taught that, yeah
confident, common sense, starter sh-t
rookie ‘the year, feelin’ like
heddo playin’ for the mets
you ain’t got the actions that can back it up (uh)
back when i was rappin’ in the back the bus
i would never ever rap about an acura
i don’t have it, that would not be accurate
honey but i’m on my yellow jacket sh-t
i loose it and i posted on my status, b-tch
you want me to throw it back right after this?
i don’t even flinch, i’m on my –

[outro]
yeah, you already know

- wynne rap lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular