Lyrics Cdot Honcho – Honcho Style 4
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Took hella guap
Spent it on VVs
Red bitch look like she hopped out a TV
You love her, I call her my lil freak
Should’ve been sleep
Had to much codeine
Designer touch all of my body like lotion
In Nordstrom my helper just got promotion
President shit
My bitch the flotus
Heat seekers too
We just call them stay focused
Niggas talk down we can bet who the brokest
Gave yo hoe back I ain’t even that bogus
Took the long route I wasn’t even that focus
In Ron of Japan, eyelids low I’m part Japan
5,6 hoes ain’t none of them staying
Like 9,10 holes in one of you mans, bitch
They talk it I live it
I put it in motion
Im on the land but my neck in the ocean
Did this alone this call for a toasting
My pockets inflated don’t care what a hoe say
What she can do take this work straight to Jose
Ain’t no more hoagies I’m eating all gourmet
She don’t get shit but this dick and a doorway
She ain’t my type I done seen it all
Ahead of my opps I done beat them all
They going backwards I’m not at all
Ain’t no more money I took it all
Thinking bout grabbing an audemar
Choppa protect me I call it an otter box
Dot up yo body like chicken pox
You ain’t heard shit but «DiDiDiDIT»
Ain’t no backseat the engine in it
Find out yo Lolo ain’t send them in it
He want a break we ain’t giving him shit
Helmut lang vetement shit
Twin freak sisses veteran shit
K on the K of yo letterman jacket
Crossing shit out like a tournament bracket
This jet get to shaking thats turbulence baby
Foenem don’t work he a murderer baby
Buying the mall Imma purchaser baby
She say I smell like good weed and burnt rubber
I understand cause I been donating baby
Smoking sherbet with a bitch I don’t know
Honcho gang shit at the top from the low
First nigga try it he probably went ghost
Honcho honcho honcho
