Jim Jones, J.R. Writer, Juelz Santana - Honey Dip lyrics
[Jim Jones, J.R. Writer, Juelz Santana - Honey Dip lyrics]
When I'm dippin on the grind
I get my money quick
But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip
She be wit me cause she ain't
Like all them other chicks
Let you hit, then she split
That's why I got a honey dip
From the club to the telly you know how it is
Most of the chicks I never tell
Em where a nigga live
Tryna reach me at my mansion
Or my mother crib hit my cell, hit my two
Now I'm at my honey dips
Yo we talked about 8
Said I was comin thru to hit
Now it's wee hours in the mornin
And I'm drunker than a bitch
Stumblin and shit, I jumped up in the whip
Flipped open the horn like
Where's my honey dip
And bitch fuck ya man tonite
You know my steelo sizzurp wit the Cristal
The corners playin cee-lo
You see me well you jus smile
You know we on the le-low
I'm whippin thru the town like
We ballin up a kilo
Huh, I'm tryna dip up in the tele
Dip up in the room, then dip up in her belly
Dip off on Pirelli's, Dip-Set's Fonzarelli
My white t-shirt, lookin dip up in my Pelle
Smokin weed up in the Range
Full speed left lane
Its me against the world, MOB up in my vein
Wit another nigga girl
Gettin low to give me brain
If the bitch about the cause you
Ain't gotta spit no game
You know I'm lookin for a honey dip
But I'm no dummy, most these bunnies
Are money hungry and lookin for a money clip
So after the brother hit
I'll tell a honey dip
She won't see a contact
Address nor buddy list
I ain't on some hubby shit
That lovey dovey shit it's nuttin trick
I'm sumtin slick you couldn't get
Enough of it
How a slugger jus slide up thru the check in
Wit that linin on the Wesson
Hundred diamonds on my neck and wrist shit
I'm rich bitch, rhymings my profession
Watch how I do this
Stupid grindin and perfectin
Who's flyer when I step in
Got em spyin every second, cause that 06
Charger remind em of a 7
Yes man I'm so fresh the
Pro mess wit bread honey
My jeans 800, these are called Red Munkey
The flossin is gone
Come talk to a Don fly enough to belong on a
Catwalk in Mulanholla
I got me a lovely chick, I got me
A slutty chick, I got em all, but my
Favorite one is my honey dip
She get drunk wit me, roll the piff up wit me
Throw singles at other hoes in
The strip club wit me
She do anything for jus one quicky
She a nympho chick for this slow dick
She give no lip, she jus go get
The paper I ask her for, my bitch so quick
Plus she know every Santana song and she
Don't mind puttin the damn bandana on
Slap her ass tell her dance in this thong
She do it all for daddy
She move it all for daddyaye Aye
She get a brick and she boof it all for daddy
Hit the road shake the State
Troopers off for daddy
And she bring all that paper back
No short paper back
She sure don't play wit that
I get my money quick
But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip
She be wit me cause she ain't
Like all them other chicks
Let you hit, then she split
That's why I got a honey dip
From the club to the telly you know how it is
Most of the chicks I never tell
Em where a nigga live
Tryna reach me at my mansion
Or my mother crib hit my cell, hit my two
Now I'm at my honey dips
Yo we talked about 8
Said I was comin thru to hit
Now it's wee hours in the mornin
And I'm drunker than a bitch
Stumblin and shit, I jumped up in the whip
Flipped open the horn like
Where's my honey dip
And bitch fuck ya man tonite
You know my steelo sizzurp wit the Cristal
The corners playin cee-lo
You see me well you jus smile
You know we on the le-low
I'm whippin thru the town like
We ballin up a kilo
Huh, I'm tryna dip up in the tele
Dip up in the room, then dip up in her belly
Dip off on Pirelli's, Dip-Set's Fonzarelli
My white t-shirt, lookin dip up in my Pelle
Smokin weed up in the Range
Full speed left lane
Its me against the world, MOB up in my vein
Wit another nigga girl
Gettin low to give me brain
If the bitch about the cause you
Ain't gotta spit no game
You know I'm lookin for a honey dip
But I'm no dummy, most these bunnies
Are money hungry and lookin for a money clip
So after the brother hit
I'll tell a honey dip
She won't see a contact
Address nor buddy list
I ain't on some hubby shit
That lovey dovey shit it's nuttin trick
I'm sumtin slick you couldn't get
Enough of it
How a slugger jus slide up thru the check in
Wit that linin on the Wesson
Hundred diamonds on my neck and wrist shit
I'm rich bitch, rhymings my profession
Watch how I do this
Stupid grindin and perfectin
Who's flyer when I step in
Got em spyin every second, cause that 06
Charger remind em of a 7
Yes man I'm so fresh the
Pro mess wit bread honey
My jeans 800, these are called Red Munkey
The flossin is gone
Come talk to a Don fly enough to belong on a
Catwalk in Mulanholla
I got me a lovely chick, I got me
A slutty chick, I got em all, but my
Favorite one is my honey dip
She get drunk wit me, roll the piff up wit me
Throw singles at other hoes in
The strip club wit me
She do anything for jus one quicky
She a nympho chick for this slow dick
She give no lip, she jus go get
The paper I ask her for, my bitch so quick
Plus she know every Santana song and she
Don't mind puttin the damn bandana on
Slap her ass tell her dance in this thong
She do it all for daddy
She move it all for daddyaye Aye
She get a brick and she boof it all for daddy
Hit the road shake the State
Troopers off for daddy
And she bring all that paper back
No short paper back
She sure don't play wit that