Honeys
(Yeah. Prophet)
I go like 1, 2, 3 where the honeys at?
I wanna get a taste
She flying with another pack
I take another route
She cutting off my thoughts again
Girl you make me wanna take you like your medicine
I'm flying off of the wall
Declining every call (Sweet)
They say I act a little crazy
When you're up on my phone
I'm tryna get a little taste
Before the honey dissolves
She call me spiderman
Because I got her up on a wall
I break em off
And they don't know what hit em
They call me prophet G
I hit you with a little vision
You see the future has you flying
Like a little pigeon
We in a hunting ground
I shoot you like it's activation (Ba ba ba)
I tell her shake that ass (Huh?)
You a bad bitch (Oh)
Ain't got no spare time
Dealing with the dunderheads
They wanna fuck you
Well I'll tell em who you're fucking with
They call me prophet G
I'm sippin on the medicine
1, 2, 3 Where the honeys at?
I wanna get a taste
She flying with another pack
I take another route
She cutting off my thoughts again
Girl you make me wanna take you like your medicine
I say I'm getting addicted
I need to stop all that hitting
I'm like the apple to your pie
So its time that I dig in
You know you're so delicioso
Got me speaking in speaking in Spanish
Yo digo que estoy en tu cuerpo
Let's get down to business
They call me carry
Cause im scary they wary
They talkin words and sounding airy
Where he wanna be buried
They say I'm going crazy
Need to make amends with my lady
But I'll just take another shot
Oh look the bottle is empty, ugh
I'm tryna have a night
Where we break into the prison
Have a couple fights
We doing crazy shit where im from
In the dead of night
You wanna take a trip
I'll take you on another ride
You'll be another sight
1, 2, 3 Where the honeys at?
I know you want a pretty penny
All I got is cash
I want a bitch that make a band
Feel like an hour pass
And when she spend it I got more
It's like a hundred stacks (Bands)
1, 2, 3 Where the honeys at?
I wanna get a taste
She flying with another pack
I take another route
She cutting off my thoughts again
Girl you make me wanna take you like your medicine
You see I'm out of the door
I'm taking off from the floor
And see your bitch is coming with me
Honey drips to the floor
I'm taking off with this henny
I'm tryna go get a getty
The party always gets heavy
When Prophet G throws confetti (Ah)
Yeah, right
I go like 1, 2, 3 where the honeys at?
I wanna get a taste
She flying with another pack
I take another route
She cutting off my thoughts again
Girl you make me wanna take you like your medicine
I'm flying off of the wall
Declining every call (Sweet)
They say I act a little crazy
When you're up on my phone
I'm tryna get a little taste
Before the honey dissolves
She call me spiderman
Because I got her up on a wall
I break em off
And they don't know what hit em
They call me prophet G
I hit you with a little vision
You see the future has you flying
Like a little pigeon
We in a hunting ground
I shoot you like it's activation (Ba ba ba)
I tell her shake that ass (Huh?)
You a bad bitch (Oh)
Ain't got no spare time
Dealing with the dunderheads
They wanna fuck you
Well I'll tell em who you're fucking with
They call me prophet G
I'm sippin on the medicine
1, 2, 3 Where the honeys at?
I wanna get a taste
She flying with another pack
I take another route
She cutting off my thoughts again
Girl you make me wanna take you like your medicine
I say I'm getting addicted
I need to stop all that hitting
I'm like the apple to your pie
So its time that I dig in
You know you're so delicioso
Got me speaking in speaking in Spanish
Yo digo que estoy en tu cuerpo
Let's get down to business
They call me carry
Cause im scary they wary
They talkin words and sounding airy
Where he wanna be buried
They say I'm going crazy
Need to make amends with my lady
But I'll just take another shot
Oh look the bottle is empty, ugh
I'm tryna have a night
Where we break into the prison
Have a couple fights
We doing crazy shit where im from
In the dead of night
You wanna take a trip
I'll take you on another ride
You'll be another sight
1, 2, 3 Where the honeys at?
I know you want a pretty penny
All I got is cash
I want a bitch that make a band
Feel like an hour pass
And when she spend it I got more
It's like a hundred stacks (Bands)
1, 2, 3 Where the honeys at?
I wanna get a taste
She flying with another pack
I take another route
She cutting off my thoughts again
Girl you make me wanna take you like your medicine
You see I'm out of the door
I'm taking off from the floor
And see your bitch is coming with me
Honey drips to the floor
I'm taking off with this henny
I'm tryna go get a getty
The party always gets heavy
When Prophet G throws confetti (Ah)
Yeah, right
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Writer(s): James Maxson
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