Honey Bunz
Yeah... Ha, what up Dav... it's Fee!
Hunid Thou-wow
(Put me on the throne... Put me on the stage)
Put me on the throne, Put me on the stage
Know I'm catching that touchdown to win the game
Put me on the throne, That boy be making plays
Know I'm catching that touchdown to win the game
Strong in my lungs, bricks from some crumbs
Run it up, man we call them shits some Honey Buns
Shorty said she in love with my lingo, wanna know (She wanna know)
Why I ain't gon hit it and I just let her blow
Booted up, ten toes on that pavement
Can't tell me shit, bitch, you ain't felt the feeling
Down to some crumbs, don't sip this shit for fun
Run it up yeah we call them shits some Honey Buns
Shorty said she in love with my lingo, wanna know (She wanna know)
Why I ain't gon hit it and I just let her blow
Shit, they been talking about that A-Rab; he finna blow
We sick and tired of hundred questions in that airport
We sick and tired of memories when we ain't had shit
Feel like we beat the impossible like Magic (Johnson)
Baby the whip hunnid thousand; watch where you ash it
I pray you never see what I've seen, turned me a savage
Put me on the throne, Put me on the stage
Know I'm catching that touchdown to win the game
Put me on the throne, That boy be making plays
Know I'm catching that touchdown to win the game
Strong in my lungs, bricks from some crumbs
Run it up, man we call them shits some Honey Buns
Shorty said she in love with my lingo, wanna know (She wanna know)
Why I ain't gon hit it and I just let her blow
Yeah, The type of stress you need a Zan
Ha, Type of stress you could never plan
Damn, I need them racks wrapped in rubber bands
You ain't been down to your last then you won't understand
Pulling up for them bands, and I ain't talking drums
Shooters come with them sticks and they won't never run
(SpaZz CHiLD) Mix Detroit with Jerusalem...
Fuck you think that shit created? I'm The Chosen One
Put me on the throne, Put me on the stage
Know I'm catching that touchdown to win the game
Put me on the throne, That boy be making plays
Know I'm catching that touchdown to win the game
Strong in my lungs, bricks from some crumbs
Run it up, man we call them shits some Honey Buns
Shorty said she in love with my lingo, wanna know (She wanna know)
Why I ain't gon hit it and I just let her blow) let her blow)
FEE!
Motivation Music
(Double aRRah, say fuck tomorrow
Say double aRRah, say fuck tomorrow)
RR Detroit, LLC
Hunid Thou-wow
(Put me on the throne... Put me on the stage)
Put me on the throne, Put me on the stage
Know I'm catching that touchdown to win the game
Put me on the throne, That boy be making plays
Know I'm catching that touchdown to win the game
Strong in my lungs, bricks from some crumbs
Run it up, man we call them shits some Honey Buns
Shorty said she in love with my lingo, wanna know (She wanna know)
Why I ain't gon hit it and I just let her blow
Booted up, ten toes on that pavement
Can't tell me shit, bitch, you ain't felt the feeling
Down to some crumbs, don't sip this shit for fun
Run it up yeah we call them shits some Honey Buns
Shorty said she in love with my lingo, wanna know (She wanna know)
Why I ain't gon hit it and I just let her blow
Shit, they been talking about that A-Rab; he finna blow
We sick and tired of hundred questions in that airport
We sick and tired of memories when we ain't had shit
Feel like we beat the impossible like Magic (Johnson)
Baby the whip hunnid thousand; watch where you ash it
I pray you never see what I've seen, turned me a savage
Put me on the throne, Put me on the stage
Know I'm catching that touchdown to win the game
Put me on the throne, That boy be making plays
Know I'm catching that touchdown to win the game
Strong in my lungs, bricks from some crumbs
Run it up, man we call them shits some Honey Buns
Shorty said she in love with my lingo, wanna know (She wanna know)
Why I ain't gon hit it and I just let her blow
Yeah, The type of stress you need a Zan
Ha, Type of stress you could never plan
Damn, I need them racks wrapped in rubber bands
You ain't been down to your last then you won't understand
Pulling up for them bands, and I ain't talking drums
Shooters come with them sticks and they won't never run
(SpaZz CHiLD) Mix Detroit with Jerusalem...
Fuck you think that shit created? I'm The Chosen One
Put me on the throne, Put me on the stage
Know I'm catching that touchdown to win the game
Put me on the throne, That boy be making plays
Know I'm catching that touchdown to win the game
Strong in my lungs, bricks from some crumbs
Run it up, man we call them shits some Honey Buns
Shorty said she in love with my lingo, wanna know (She wanna know)
Why I ain't gon hit it and I just let her blow) let her blow)
FEE!
Motivation Music
(Double aRRah, say fuck tomorrow
Say double aRRah, say fuck tomorrow)
RR Detroit, LLC
Credits
Writer(s): Fee Rothstein
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