Sweet Honey Bee

They call him Superman
They call him Superman
They call him Superman
They call him Superman
They call him Superman
They call him Superman
They call him Superman
They call him Superman
They call him Superman

Leap tall hoes in a single bound
I'm single now
Got no ring on this finger now

I'll never let another chick bring me down
in a relationship, save it bitch, babysit?
You make me sick
Superman ain't savin' shit,
girl you can jump on Shady's dick
straight from the hip, cut to the chase,
I tell a muthafuckin' slut, to her face
play no games, say no names,
ever since I broke up with what's her face
I'm a different man,
kiss my ass,
kiss my lips, bitch why ask?
Kiss my dick, get my cash?
I'd rather have you whip my ass
Don't put out, I'll put you out.
Won't get out,
I'll push you out/ Puss blew out,
poppin' shit, wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
Am I too nice? Buy you ice?
Bitch if you died,
I wouldn't buy you life
What you tryin' to be my new wife?
What you Mariah? Fly through twice

But I do know one thing though,
bitches, they come they go.
Saturday through Sunday,
Monday, Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day,
maybe we'll someday grow,
till then just sit your drunk ass
on that fuckin' runway ho

it's no secret, everybody knows
Yeah we fucked, bitch so what,
that's about as far as your buddy goes
We'll be friends, I'll call you again,
I'll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kind of car I'll be in,
we'll see how much you'll be partying then
You don't want that, neither do I,
I don't want to flip when I see you with guys
too much pride, between you and I,
not a jealous man, but females lie
But I guess that's just what sluts do,
how could it ever be just us two?
I'd never love you enough to trust you,
we just met and I just fucked you

But I do know one thing though,
bitches, they come they go.
Saturday through Sunday,
Monday, Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day,
maybe we'll someday grow,
till then just sit your drunk ass
on that fuckin' runway ho

"I'm not fazed,
I hang around big stars all day
I don't see what the big deal is anyways,
you're just plain old Marshall to me"
Oooh yah girl run that game,
"Hailie Jade,
I love that name,
love that tatoo,
what's that say?
Rot in pieces?
Uh, that's great"
First off you don't know Marshall,
at all so grow partial, that's ammo for my arsenal,
I'll slap you off that barstool
there goes another lawsuit,
leave handprints all across you,
good Lordy whoadie,
you must be gone
off that water bottle
you want what you can't have,
ooh girl that's too damn bad,
don't touch what you can't grab,
end up with two backhands
put anthrax on a tampax,
and slap you till you can't stand
girl you just blew your chance,
don't mean to ruin your plans

But I do know one thing though,
bitches, they come they go.
Saturday through Sunday,
Monday, Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day,
maybe we'll someday grow,
till then just sit your drunk ass
on that fuckin' runway ho

But I do know one thing though,
bitches, they come they go.
Saturday through Sunday,
Monday, Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day,
maybe we'll someday grow,
till then just sit your drunk ass
on that fuckin' runway ho