Henny & The Moss

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Dylan is a renowned singer-songwriter and musician known for his influential contributions to the folk and rock music genres. He emerged in the 1960s as a leading figure of the American folk music revival with his vibrant and poetic songwriting style. Dylan's lyrics often encapsulate political and social issues of his time, earning him a reputation as a voice of his generation. Throughout his career, he has released numerous critically acclaimed albums and is widely regarded as one of the greatest musicians of all time. more »

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You gotta suck it good, no teeth like a mistress
Fucked the whole team man this bitch really different
She's sippin' on the Henny and The Moss
And if she smoke cigs, I won't f*ck her till she stops
Now I ain't bout to clothes, bitch, please take it off
Take it off
She bought all her hoes in exchange
I brought all the dawgs
You gotta get paid or you gotta make some calls
I ain't from the city, ion
I ain't from the city, but you knew that
She wants me in her life, like, babe, I can't do that
F*ck one time, then I gotta keep it movin
Didn't even tell her I do music, I just told her I produce it
She tired of my games, I'm a nuisance
Lie to the bitch, it's kinda funny when I do it
Ain't tryna suck it like the f*ck you came to do then?
Yeah, fuckin' fuckin' stupid, stupid uh
Sippin' on the Henny and The Moss
I used to slick it back, no Jimmy Neutron
Now I put it in my face like a bitch throwin' buns
I'm dripped all out, baby, don't call now
You a bum, shouldn't have left
Yeah, they hit me with the text and it says
"DYL Where you been?"
I been out the way, it's been too long
He's back bitch, tied in the game
like a ham-mock, yeah, you can touch
but why you grab-bin
No, you can not have this
I'ma make hella blues, spoke into existence
Ya boy knows how to move, Step, step, step, I ain't talkin' bout your shoes
Suckin' on the dick she go *choke choke*
What your wrist look like
Let me check, check, check
Yeah, you know the bitch got it
when you lookin' through her texts
"Ayy, baby, who is that man?"
Yeah, "Dyl what you doing?"
"I don't understand"
I'm tryna get my flowers, bitch
Give me my respect
Yeah, I'm tryna get a Cuban
ass in my hand best route is earn it like a man
Yeah, yeah,
Best out, brother, you must believe me in your brand
Believe in your brand, yeah
the way we were raised, you gotta get smoked
Out to understand
Gotta smoke weed, gotta smoke weed
Shit's all bad
If you can't sip henny, takin' dick
I'ma leave you at the pad
If you think I'm sick, you should meet my fuckin' dad
You think I'm sick, you should see my fuckin' past
Uh, hittin' on his baby at the mall
He gon' get pissed when he checks up on her calls
I don't even date, bad bitches get it all
If those bitches hate, it's probably cause they ain't been gettin' off
Uh, she just want the grade-A dick
My fault, I just sit her down
Say, hey, hey, bitch, what's wrong?
What's wrong?
She ask me how I cheat yeah yeah
I got a lot of ways, yeah
Two phones, yeah, he a boss
Sippin' on the Henny and The Moss
I been on the phone, I don't really wanna talk.
I just wanna f*ck, make it hard for you to walk.
I'm fucked up, but you the one that did me wrong.
Broke my heart, but I'm pretty fuckin' strong.
Dyl why you goin', it's the end of the song.

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