Honey

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Beef, beef
I love beef and I love get money (uh huh)
I've got racks and I've got bare honeys (uh huh)
No cap, real bad man ting
Double tap dat twice, turn my mans duppy (bap-baow)
Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky' (that's right)
In the streets, all the gyaldem love me
Had a note for the pagan yutes
If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky

I love beef and I love get money
I've got racks and I've got bare honeys (uh huh)
No cap, real bad man ting
Double tap dat twice, turn my mans duppy (bap-baow)
Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky' (that's right)
In the streets, all the gyaldem love me (uh huh)
Had a note for the pagan yutes
If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky

My nigga SR don't rasclat
Messy slap the old dots and tear man's wig (baow)
He in the bando tryna make this dough
Got Pyrex on stove but it ain't no dish
I link in GG for the force, no cap
He bust the old ting, leave bare man pissed
I used make Ps from a black brick phone
And now I make Ps on the raps man spit
Chattin' on bro, get your whole gang shot
Diligent yute, make your heartbeat stop
Run a man down, two shanks, just me
No team, ten toes on a pagan block (uh huh)
Millitant yute if I back this Glock (uh uh)
I've got my young slime in the OT spot (that's right)
The prof' come sweet when I fly them packs
No LSG ting when I OT bop

I love beef and I love get money (uh huh)
I've got racks and I've got bare honeys (uh huh)
No cap, real bad man ting
Double tap dat twice, turn my mans duppy (bap-baow)
Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky' (that's right)
In the streets, all the gyaldem love me
Had a note for the pagan yutes
If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky

I love beef and I love get money
I've got racks and I've got bare honeys (uh huh)
No cap, real bad man ting
Double tap dat twice, turn my mans duppy (bap-baow)
Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky' (that's right)
In the streets, all the gyaldem love me (uh huh)
Had a note for the pagan yutes
If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky

I've got beef in the streets like fast food
Don't play ball but I get man dunked (man dunks)
Gyal love how I do it like Lakers
Ball so hard, now my stack look dumb (look dumb)
I'm a chef like Gordon Ramsey
Good with a blade like a Chinese monk (ching)
Cute gyal but her attitude mad
And her ass so big, she a gorgeous one (uh huh)
Got the dotty in the ride tryna blow man's back (uh huh)
I was drillin' with the drillers when the nigga got whacked (got whacked)
Tell the chingers in the whips I'm tryna get a man splashed (baow-baow)
If I pull up with my hitter then we're bringing out wap
One car, four man, bare hard, no neeks
Jump out and attack, they ain't realer than man (no, no)
And the other side broke, they ain't gettin' no dough
Little niggas my sons, they could never be fam

I love beef and I love get money (uh huh)
I've got racks and I've got bare honeys (uh huh)
No cap, real bad man ting
Double tap dat twice, turn my mans duppy (bap-baow)
Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky' (that's right)
In the streets, all the gyaldem love me
Had a note for the pagan yutes
If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky

I love beef and I love get money
I've got racks and I've got bare honeys (uh huh)
No cap, real bad man ting
Double tap dat twice, turn my mans duppy (bap-baow)
Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky' (that's right)
In the streets, all the gyaldem love me (uh huh)
Had a note for the pagan yutes
If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky

Uh huh
I love beef and I love get money

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