Lyrics Combative Soldiers - Papoose, The Game

Combative Soldiers

Honey bee
Don’t you sting me, sting me, sting me
Don’t fly away from my (Heart)
Don’t you do it, don’t you do it
I can’t stand it
I’m honored to work with Swizz Beatz
GS 300s and Benz, Jeeps
Gucci link chains and gold caps to big teeth
Smartest merchant vessel commander captains who swim deep
You floating in a boat with a whole head in them Schitt’s Creek
Combative soldiers, a black fortune who been street
Burning US currency, dead presidents impeached
Playing basketball by the garbage where homeless men eat
Had to clap the backboard, couldn’t dunk it the rim weak
Corner stone splitting a dollar, got 50 cents each
Screaming Ill, looking at jars of pickled pig feet
If her mind state ain’t attractive, she ain’t a ten piece
Looking through the shell of a woman, beauty is skin deep
Kids sacrificing their lives tryna make ends meet
The cemetery had social distanced, buried them six feet
Man, the block hot as a horny dog, we in heat
Bailed out, saved by the bell, like Zack and Screech
Honey bee
Don’t you sting me, sting me, sting me
Don’t fly away from my (Heart)
Don’t you do it, don’t you do it
I can’t stand it
My hostlers dependentelic killas a ball shaped as a gram scammer
Sony Walkman headphones over the bandana
Hold the chopper like the old camcorder the hand camera
Gun powder residue cleaning it the hand santa
Ties are unloading the bullets out of a jam hammer
Dropping spare changing the empty cup of a panhandler
Bricks come in squares I make them dance the square dancer
Cooking coke white as the teeth on the vaneer wearer
Put the gun right to his eardrum he can’t hear us
Bucking ears I wasn’t even nowhere near Tampa
Hooptie with the broken defrosters cracked antenna
Roll a window down with the crank handle to clear the mirrors
Towing LMG’s like Call of Duty you can’t scare us
Led your team to a deathmatch all of your man’s campers
Author of journalism written with well-prepared grammar
Watching horror flicks in the mansion the 50 chair theater
Honey bee
Don’t you sting me, sting me, sting me
Don’t fly away from my (Heart)
Don’t you do it, don’t you do it
I can’t stand it