Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Honey Brown, artist - Yelawolf. Date of issue: 31.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Honey Brown |
| See, all my life I’ve been friends with thugs |
| I never did judge cause my momma sold drugs |
| By the age of 5 I could hold a beer buzz |
| All I wanna do is show love to my boys |
| In the '88 Crown Vic, Rolling deep |
| Working so hard cause they can’t, go to sleep |
| Got the same clothes that you rock, for three days |
| Hitting traps like a prophet, for petes sake |
| To the single mothers in the kitchen still cooking |
| No job open but shes out, still looking |
| If you don’t, who the fuck will? |
| Not daddy, cause that mothafucka’s not here |
| So stop askin' for the pennies and the hand-me-outs |
| You gotta look at life and get it without any doubts |
| Only a coward has to rob and pull a Semi out |
| Just to open the garage and pull a Hemi out, think big |
| I crack the top and pour the fifth out |
| I wanna run around the whole wide world |
| Just me and my girl (Just me and my bitch) |
| I got a cup full of that Honey Brown |
| I wanna drank it with the whole wide world |
| Just me and my girl (Just me and my bitch) |
| All my life I’ve been friends with thugs |
| I never did judge cause my momma sold drugs |
| By the age of five I could hold a beer buzz |
| All I wanna do is show love to my boys |
| Rocking Mossy Oak, big trucks, lift kits |
| Waking up before the sun rise, gettin' it |
| You got them babies that you gotta feed, for christ sake |
| Put them eighteen wheels on the, highway |
| I’mma do it for the country bucks, fuckin' right |
| Got a problem with somebody then, fuckin' fight |
| Don’t be a pussy, homie win some, lose some |
| Just make sure you make it to the house when it’s done |
| Respect outlives any hollowtip |
| Pride will get you killed, better learn how to swallow it |
| To the rappers on the planet out dreaming |
| Learn how to write a record, homie stop schemin' |
| Nobody cares about you pocket’s with no mics on |
| Don’t be blind to yourself they might gon' be a pipe bomb |
| Fake shit it’s like snail to the salt |
| In the nail to a coffin, somebody turn the lights on |
| I crack the top and pour the fifth out |
| I wanna run around the whole wide world |
| Just me and my girl (Just me and my bitch) |
| I got a cup full of that Honey Brown |
| I wanna drank it with the whole wide world |
| Just me and my girl (Just me and my bitch) |
| I crack the top and pour the fifth out |
| I wanna run around the whole wide world |
| Just me and my girl (Just me and my bitch) |
| I got a cup full of that Honey Brown |
| I wanna drank it with the whole wide world |
| Just me and my girl (Just me and my bitch) |