Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hennesey , by - Baby Bash. Release date: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hennesey |
| Yeah |
| You done brought your bathwater, this body parts |
| Your ugly bitch |
| But you ain’t brought no Hennessy man |
| And we did bring the Hennessy |
| It was the one with pork in it We don’t drink pork |
| Bitch |
| Privilege in A pork |
| But did you bring that Hennessy |
| But did you bring that Hennessy |
| But did you bring that Hennessy |
| But did you bring that Hennessy |
| I left mamacita in the taqueria |
| Half Selena |
| Half Aaliyah |
| Bitch little thang, with a sexy little swing |
| Got on the thang like eat the vi cream |
| Started spittin’game, mayne, I got words |
| Rap your ear off, til I get on your nerves |
| I say somethin'(???) never heard |
| Like, «I'm, fly as a wings on the |
| Humming bird» |
| What you runnin’for, girl, I don’t bite |
| Let the game hit a bitch, chicks, I don’t bite |
| I don’t got all night |
| Get ya thing together |
| Tell your guide, bye |
| Get some brain together |
| I mean, it’s whatever |
| I don’t see no limits |
| To be the biggest thing since the fall of the menace |
| Kick yards like Emit from here to Tennessee |
| And oh yeah |
| Baby, bring that Hennessy |
| Chorus: Mac Dre |
| I brought that hoe, slim chicks and bad hoes |
| And backwood blitz |
| For that, tobacco (But did you bring that Hennessy) |
| Three kegs, freaks that give head |
| Treats and beach beads |
| Petites and big heads (But did you bring that Hennessy) |
| Repeat Chorus |
| I got a master plan, I got some hash in hand |
| Comin’straight from a coffee shop in Amsterdam |
| And I don’t give a fuck, somebody split the blunts |
| My currency like some surgery, it’s Nip and Tuck |
| Mr. Ed, gettin’head in the back of the S-U |
| I’m a bring my cousin, but I’m shakin', my nephew |
| And you can even ask my agent |
| He gon’tell you this, «Ronnie Ray’s impatient |
| And he’s so flagrant |
| Ready for liftoff |
| Yeah |
| You know they love it when he’s dustin’his kicks off"(Mayne) |
| I’m higher than a fire escape |
| I got the munchies |
| With seventeen topless models from different countries |
| And don’t let me start to vaporizin' |
| Endorse me a chick on the horizon |
| She swear she love the way I’m grindin' |
| That privilege heat is tandalizin' |
| Repeat Chorus Twice |
| Now when I walked up to |
| I jumped in my county |
| And told my mayne Hutch |
| «Oh yeah, that hoe» |
| I stepped on the gas |
| Let off the break |
| I’m in the V-Town, playboy, there’s money to make |
| I hit the liquor store |
| To cop a fifth |
| I seen Cadillac grindin', yeah, I’m Andre Hitch |
| There ain’t nothin’but real bad broads all over |
| Tryin’to get me to come and park the Rover |
| Stepped off the load in my Oakland Raider |
| Black kangol, grey alligator |
| It’s nothin’like |
| A million beaters |
| I asked baby, «Have she ever stank, scrill and heaters» |
| Cause if she wanna |
| Hit the corner |
| We can take over California |
| Don’t trip |
| I’m born to mack |
| Half tank of grey, half cognac |
| Repeat Chorus Twice |
| Man |
| I done rather you bring the Hen |
| Than your funky ass |
| Your ugly bitch |
| Your bad karma |
| Or your broke ass mama |
| And we gon’bring the Hennessy |
| And not the one with pork in it And this is McGhetto |
| Lagantey |
| And I’m out |
| Yahtzi |