Lyrics Honda - Kyrie, Black Ro$e

Honda

I’m that next door shawty
One you take home to ya moms
Handling this money me and savings got a bond
I’m 9+1, times that multiplied
Assets below the waist and they maturing over time, (damn)
I just f**k up commas
Sweat me like a sauna
I had that ‘Keelah glow-up like my name was Keke Palmer
What you know about it?
Bet you can’t live without it
I leave these n***as twisted after bending on my body
Unh
(Hook)
You know you look good
Go head and get it mama
You know you look good
Go head and get it mama
Go head and get it mama
I know that deep down they just wanna ride it like a Honda
You know you look good
Go head and get it mama
You know you look good
Go head and get it mama
Go head and get it mama
I know that deep down they just wanna ride it like a Honda
I give this work that I make a n***a run his credit high
Wifey vibes that make a player change his mind
Can’t be the type to slow my drive, I’m going 95
HOV on 405
24/7, no passenger side
Run these dollar signs like A$AP
All my girls got drive like a race track, unh
They gon' be the ones that ya face stank at
Counting all these ones, stay single like that
F**k that bread up
Get that lettuce
All that mayo, still can’t ketchup
Wish a b**** would try to mess with my cupboard
Gotta rap sheet but it’s wrapped, no cover
Show up at the club with the girls, no cover
Senioritas, Magaritas
Got ‘em from her baby boy and then
Tyrese’d ‘em (Tyrese'd ‘em)
I know that deep down they just wanna ride it like a Honda
I know that deep down they just wanna ride it like a —
Keep my wrist so icy frosty but it’s cold in these streets
I don’t need a snowman tryna show off for me
The type that’s flaky raining false promises from the sky
The type that stay winter fresh when it’s hot like Dubai
I ain’t ask you for no pay stub I’ma put that in layman’s
If you start with flexing rollies, roll back with who you came with
I need, boss n***a ain’t talking 6 figures
If you stepping to the plate, gotta be a heavy hitter
Hitter when it come to that box
Up in the litter like it’s yo' cat
Done with the games I’m over Nintendo
Cut your roll if you cannot act
Claim you a rider show the Car Fax
My time pricy, I charge tax
All my n***as know I wear the slacks
Mr. Miyagi b**** I’m on wax, ouu
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