Quavo - Honey Bun (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Quavo - Honey Bun (en) Lyrics
(Al geno on the track)
(Yeah yeah, huh)
What the fuck they thought nigga
(what the fuck they thought)
I just jumped up out the fucking
vault nigga (go!)
Niggas singing like
diana ross nigga
I don’t wanna hear no sorry for
my loss nigga (fuck it)
Do something, I just put my roof
on it (put the house on it)
I don’t give a fuck about
no big homie (fuck em)
No huncho no, fucking back
on it (chill out)
Everybody know just
how we act on it
Wassup huh, wassup huh, wassup
huh, wassup huh, wassup huh
Ain gon run I got that
scrap on me
Wassup yeah, wassup yeah, wassup
yeah, wassup yeah
Wassup yeah, wassup yeah,
wassup yeah, wassup
Honey bun, can you do something
for me (do some)
Can you go automatic
just for me
Tommy gun can you do
something for me
Can you call al capone
for me
I gotta reason to slide
I gotta reason to ride
(say what)
I gotta I gotta reason
to slide
I gotta I reason to ride
(oh get out)
How can I come outside without
no mask on? (How)
They want to see my emotions I ain’t
smiling at all (fuck em)
I bought a bulletproof humvee
it can take down a wall
Tactical mechanics ended
up paying off
They don’t want me talking like this
gangsta at all (uhh uhh)
They’d rather see me on tv playing
basketball (fuck that)
Hell nah (hell no), fuck
all that (fuck it)
I’m back, no more hollywood,
just bring me back
I just got a hundred bricks
like hack a shaq (bando)
Two thousand and fourteen
huncho is back
Honey bun
(Honey bun call my phone)
Tommy gun (what?)
Can you call al capone?
(Huncho)
This year I can’t play
with y’all niggas
I’m just sayin’
I just had my heart froze
and now I close my hand
I ain’t got nothin' to give
Niggas out here playin’
I know it’s been some years
but now i’m takin' xans
All tears for my mans
Wipe my eyes
and start layin'
Don’t be talkin',
somebody watchin’
Get off the phone,
somebody clockin'
What we doin’
Somebody hop in the whip,
let’s slide
Ain’t no demon, we disciples
(‘ciples)
Malcolm had a rifle
Had to roll up in some
bible paper (yeah)
That’s my bitch, I told
her suck it later
We got some shit we got
to handle baby
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