Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mhm Mhm, artist - Cdot Honcho. Date of issue: 14.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mhm Mhm |
| C-D-O-T, man! |
| (Noah in his bag, bitch) |
| Honcho! |
| (Mhm, mhm, mhm) |
| Honcho gang, see, y’all already know what the fuck goin' on |
| Man it’s still a motherfuckin' takeover |
| I’m in this big chain, danglin', you know what the fuck goin' on |
| Ayy, you know we roll up, we deep |
| You got a problem with one of us |
| You got a problem with all of us |
| Speakin' of problems, I got 'em wit bitches |
| They mad, I fuck 'em, and then never call 'em up |
| Speakin' of calling, it’s finna be yours |
| Better respect me, or God finna call him up |
| We gon' let every shell rip through your pores |
| Autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (Damn!) |
| How I run to that money, I shoulda been sore (Ahuh) |
| I hit a lot of hoes, you prolly know 'em |
| Better yet one of em probably is yours (Huh) |
| Nah, I’m lying I knew she was yours |
| I was on IG, I hit that explore |
| I know why niggas don’t like me |
| I been stuffing my dick in the hoes they tend to adore (Huh) |
| If I ain’t bout money, I tend to ignore |
| She can’t suck dick, I Tinder ignore |
| Run in your crib, we finna explore |
| Whatever pop out we drop to the floor |
| Yup, smokin' exotic, zip and a pipe in my door |
| Call me Honcho the Plumber |
| Finna come lay that pipe on your whore |
| (Mhm, mhm, mhm) |
| Ay, man, look |
| This shit just really gettin' started, man |
| When I say it’s still a motherfucking takeover |
| It’s still a motherfucking takeover, this shit finna be goin' on all day |
| Ayy, you know we roll up, we deep |
| You got a problem with one of us |
| You got a problem with all of us |
| Speakin' of problems, I got 'em wit bitches |
| They mad, I fuck 'em, and then never call 'em up |
| Speakin' of calling, it’s finna be yours |
| Better respect me, or God finna call him up |
| We gon' let every shell rip through your pores |
| Autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (Damn!) |
| And I’m dripped from the bottom up |
| Yo' hoe try to get that lil' bottom up |
| 4−4 Bulldog, don’t make me walk him up |
| They prolly gon eat him up |
| You can put all your jewelry together to one of my pieces, it ain’t enough |
| I might hit both of them bitches cuz together |
| Cuz one-on-one with them just ain’t enough |
| You say you get money, ain’t got shit to show, it ain’t adding up |
| Play with that money, we’ll find you like they unlockin' an iPhone, |
| they sliding up (Skrrt!) |
| Yo' hoe let me get right behind her, she a freak |
| She askin' me, can I tie her up? |
| But to be honest, I’m tired of her |
| So as soon as that money hit me |
| She can know it’s bye-bye to her |
| (Mhm, mhm, mhm) |
| Ay, man, I’m done talking, man |
| Ima let everything speak for itself |
| Ima let my work speak for itself |
| Ima let the ice speak for itself |
| See them bitches talkin' a lil right there |
| Ayy, you know we roll up, we deep |
| You got a problem with one of us |
| You got a problem with all of us |
| Speakin' of problems, I got 'em wit bitches |
| They mad, I fuck 'em, and then never call 'em up |
| Speakin' of calling, it’s finna be yours |
| Better respect me, or God finna call him up |
| We gon' let every shell rip through your pores |
| Autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (Damn!) |