Honey Pack song by BFB Da Packman from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Honey Pack Meaning
| [[Intro] The Lunch Crew Company, I’m part of that Please don’t ever use that, because that’s embarrassing for me The Lunch Crew Company (J, this shit too crazy) Y’ello [Chorus] Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh) Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello) Hit a nigga block with that chop, how you doin’? (Y’ello) Bitch, we got your location, where you movin’? (Home) If she ain’t fuckin’, put her on the block list (Uh) You don’t fuck on first night, girl, stop it (Uh) I don’t like good bitches, they just not it (Oh no) I only fuck with whores, I’m toxic (Y’ello) [Verse 1] Wait a second, damn, Daniel, where’d you find this? A stand-up guy, I don’t throw rocks and hide fists She wanna lick my ass, I don’t mind it You need antibiotics, Dove soap can’t hide fish I hit the bitch with twenty dollars, she can’t squirt or cream She unappreciative ’bout the twenty, that’s a smoker’s dream I only fuck with hoes, if you ain’t that, you just another fling Is you dumb? I’m never pickin’ Kash Doll over Percules If I sign a record deal, it’s gon’ be OVO I’m eatin’ Ruth Chris, four years ago, it was four for fours I made my name in Houston, no cap, I feel like Tony Snow Turned down ten labels, I own my shit, I’m the fuckin’ G.O.A.T. Baah, oh, that’s a sheep Honey pack dick, wake her up and put her back to sleep I wanna lose weight, but my brain keep tellin’ me to eat I make my bitch and kids leave the house so I can beat my meat (Y’ello) , [Chorus] Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh) Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello) Hit a nigga block with that chop, how you doin’? (Y’ello) Bitch, we got your location, where you movin’? (Home) If she ain’t fuckin’, put her on the block list (Uh) You don’t fuck on first night, girl, stop it (Uh) I don’t like good bitches, they just not it (Oh no) I only fuck with whores, I’m toxic (Y’ello) [Verse 2] Let me tell you ’bout this one lil’ freak a nigga had Bagged her at the club, now we skatin’ in a Jag’ Now we at the pad, I’m ’bout to beat her from the back I must’ve glanced down at her crack, she had shit up in her ass Can’t cap, man, I flipped the fuck out, bitch, get off my bed You live a trife life, on God, don’t even want the head She actin’ fake drunk, oh word? That’s how you gon’ play it? You ain’t baby wipin’ shit, call your Uber, I’ma call the feds Just in case they try to kill me, baby, C-O-D Honey pack stopped workin’, now I’m back to poppin’ E’s on E’s I’m Andre Romelle Young, these other niggas D-O-C If Jada cheat on Will, dawg, I know my bitch’ll cheat on me Houston love me as they own, but I’ma die a Piston My mama said, “Fuck rap, son, go be a dietician” Future fuck my bitch, she gotta die, I ain’t Scottie Pippen Make salat with fifty Muslims, Inshallah, but I’ma die a Christian (Y’ello) , [Chorus] Nigga ran off on the plug, is you stupid? (Uh) Bitch, this a milkshake, not a smoothie (Hello) Hit a nigga block with that chop, how you doin’? (Y’ello) Bitch, we got your location, where you movin’? (Home) If she ain’t fuckin’, put her on the block list (Uh) You don’t fuck on first night, girl, stop it (Uh) I don’t like good bitches, they just not it (Oh no) I only fuck with whores, I’m toxic (Y’ello)] |
