Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hennesey, artist - Baby Bash.
Date of issue: 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 |