Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Honey , by - Poundz. Release date: 20.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Honey |
| I love beef and I love get money |
| I’ve got racks and I’ve got bare honeys |
| No cap, real bad man ting |
| Double tap dat twice, turn my man duppy |
| Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky' |
| In the streets, all the gyaldem love me |
| Had a note for the pagan yutes |
| If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky |
| I love beef and I love get money |
| I’ve got racks and I’ve got bare honeys |
| No cap, real bad man ting |
| Double tap dat twice, turn my man duppy |
| Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky' (That's right) |
| In the streets, all the gyaldem love me |
| Had a note for the pagan yutes |
| If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky |
| My nigga SR don’t rasclat |
| Messy slap the old dots and tear man’s wig |
| He in the bando tryna make this dough |
| Got Pyrex on stove but it ain’t no dish |
| I link in GG for the force, no cap |
| He bust the old ting, leave bare man pissed |
| I used make Ps from a black brick phone |
| And now I make Ps on the raps man spit |
| Chattin' on bro, get your whole gang shot |
| Diligent yute, make your heartbeat stop |
| Run a man down, two shanks, just me |
| No team, ten toes on a pagan block |
| Millitant yute if I back this Glock |
| I’ve got my young slime in the OT spot |
| The prof' come sweet when I fly them packs |
| No LSG ting when I OT bop |
| I love beef and I love get money |
| I’ve got racks and I’ve got bare honeys |
| No cap, real bad man ting |
| Double tap dat twice, turn my man duppy |
| Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky' |
| In the streets, all the gyaldem love me |
| Had a note for the pagan yutes |
| If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky |
| I love beef and I love get money |
| I’ve got racks and I’ve got bare honeys |
| No cap, real bad man ting |
| Double tap dat twice, turn my man duppy |
| Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky' |
| In the streets, all the gyaldem love me |
| Had a note for the pagan yutes |
| If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky |
| I’ve got beef in the streets like fast food |
| Don’t play ball but I get man dunked |
| Gyal love how I do it like Lakers |
| Ball so hard, now my stack look dumb |
| I’m a chef like Gordon Ramsey |
| Good with a blade like a Chinese monk (Ching) |
| Cute gyal but her attitude mad |
| And her arse so big, she a gorgeous one |
| Got the dotty in the ride tryna blow man’s back |
| I was drillin' with the drillers when the nigga got whacked |
| Tell the chingers in the whips I’m tryna get a man splashed |
| If I pull up with my hitter then we’re bringing out wap |
| One car, four man, bare hard, no neeks |
| Jump out and attack, they ain’t realer than man |
| And the other side broke, they ain’t gettin' no dough |
| Little niggas my sons, they could never be fam |
| I love beef and I love get money |
| I’ve got racks and I’ve got bare honeys |
| No cap, real bad man ting |
| Double tap dat twice, turn my man duppy |
| Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky' |
| In the streets, all the gyaldem love me |
| Had a note for the pagan yutes |
| If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky |
| I love beef and I love get money |
| I’ve got racks and I’ve got bare honeys |
| No cap, real bad man ting |
| Double tap dat twice, turn my man duppy |
| Shotgun but I call it 'Brucky' |
| In the streets, all the gyaldem love me |
| Had a note for the pagan yutes |
| If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky |
| I love beef and I love get money |