Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Honey Dip, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 22.08.2005
Song language: English
Honey Dip |
| When I’m dippin on the grind I get my money quick |
| But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip |
| She be wit me cause she ain’t like all them other chicks |
| Let you hit, then she split, that’s why I got a honey dip |
| From the club to the telly you know how it is |
| Most of the chicks I never tell em where a nigga live |
| Tryna reach me at my mansion or my mother crib |
| Hit my cell, hit my two, now I’m at my honey dips |
| Yo we talked about 8, said I was comin thru to hit |
| Now its wee hours in the mornin and I’m drunker than a bitch |
| Stumblin and shit, I jumped up in the whip |
| Flipped open the horn like where’s my honey dip |
| And bitch fuck ya man tonite, you know my steelo |
| Sizzurp wit the Cristal, the corners playin cee-lo |
| You see me well you jus smile you know we on the le-low |
| I’m whippin thru the town like we ballin up a kilo |
| Huh, I’m tryna dip up in the tele |
| Dip up in the room, then dip up in her belly |
| Dip off on Pirelli’s, Dip-Set's Fonzarelli |
| My white t-shirt, lookin dip up in my Pelle |
| Smokin weed up in the Range |
| Full speed left lane |
| Its me against the world, M.O.B. |
| up in my vein |
| Wit another nigga girl, gettin low to give me brain |
| If the bitch about the cause you ain’t gotta spit no game |
| You know I’m lookin for a honey dip |
| But I’m no dummy, most these bunnies |
| Are money hungry and lookin for a money clip |
| So after the brother hit |
| I’ll tell a honey dip |
| She won’t see a contact, address nor buddy list |
| I ain’t on some hubby shit |
| That lovey dovey shit its nuttin trick I’m sumtin slick you couldn’t get |
| Enough of it |
| How a slugger jus slide up thru the check in |
| Wit that linin on the Wesson |
| Hundred diamonds on my neck and wrist shit |
| I’m rich bitch, rhymings my profession |
| Watch how I do this stupid grindin and perfectin |
| Who’s flyer when I step in got em spyin every second, cause that 06 |
| Charger remind em of a 7 |
| Yes man I’m so fresh the pro mess wit bread honey |
| My jeans 800, these are called Red Munkey |
| The flossin is gone, come talk to a Don fly enough to belong on a |
| Catwalk in Mulan… holla |
| I got me a lovely chick, I got me a slutty chick, I got em all, but my |
| Favorite one is my honey dip |
| She get drunk wit me, roll the piff up wit me |
| Throw singles at other hoes in the strip club wit me |
| She do anything for jus one quicky |
| She a nympho chick |
| For this slow dick |
| She give no lip, she jus go get |
| The paper I ask her for, my bitch so quick |
| Plus she know every Santana song and she don’t mind puttin the damn bandana on |
| Slap her ass tell her dance in this thong |
| She do it all for daddy |
| She move it all for daddy… Aye Aye |
| She get a brick and she boof it all for daddy |
| Hit the road shake the State Troopers off for daddy |
| And she bring all that paper back |
| No short paper back, she sure don’t play wit that |