Honey And Pain song by Stogie T from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, South Africa music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Honey And Pain Meaning
| [[Verse 1: Stogie T] Eah You can get stung for honey It’s the water, the drink but still the shit you drown in Two sides of the coin, keep metal for money The shit tucked in his back settle all that are fronting I’m where the bull shit turn to manure, no farming Had to shake the shit off, where we grew up they sling onions No tears, when you cut up you keep running Suck it up, if you check our moves we’re kings from it This African wrestle lions I rock fur, put that puss in boots, now I’m watching it purr Apple bottoms up top she got a perfect pair All the stares in the world couldn’t scuff my pair Life ain’t fair, you can kiss the ground and the ring Think it’s a breeze? That’s only ’cause the pendulum swing This is honey and pain, both struggle and gain Gold mining in vain, if you can’t shower in a chain Okay? [Chorus: Mike Classic] I got these wings on my feet I swear ‘Til you see them girls creep out here This money take me anywhere I go, I go I pray to God to take me far from here Champagne on her titties (yeah, yeah) Switching lanes with my niggas (yeah, yeah) Coming from the bottom, make it rain (yeah, yeah) That’s why I mix the honey with the pain (yeah, yeah) , [Verse 2: Stogie T] Now while you black folks brown-nose yellow bones I’m chasing green dough, stack it like white folk Dry white season no black in the rainbow Flash floods see the settlements go AWOL Sicker than AIDS wards Black-balled by the system At the bottom of the pool like 8-ball Still hurt bro, tryna paint the town red But light green mean we puffing this purple Our folks running in circles Yeah they can’t scrub the bill still stuck in this hell hole ‘Cause reptiles go Judas over silver Cross you for a profit like Moses split the river Tall grass more slither Follow ass for the ping All she want is gold, baby blew her chance with a pimp Short motherfucker, how he rose from the sticks? Fam alarm get the flowers, enemies get the prick Prick [Chorus: Mike Classic] I got these wings on my feet I swear ‘Til you see them girls creep out here This money take me anywhere I go, I go I pray to God to take me far from here Champagne on her titties (yeah, yeah) Switching lanes with my niggas (yeah, yeah) Coming from the bottom, make it rain (yeah, yeah) That’s why I mix the honey with the pain (yeah, yeah) , [Refrain] (Honey with the pain) That’s why I mix the (Honey with the pain) That’s why I mix the honey with the pain (yeah, yeah) [Outro] That’s why I mix the That’s why I mix the honey with the pain (yeah, yeah) That’s why I mix the That’s why I mix the honey with the pain (yeah, yeah)] |
