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Head Honxho
by Menaxe
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I look like a lick
You prolly thought I was the plug
My body a pharmacy I feel it drugs
Fuck all my opps Imma feel them with slugs
Fuck twelve you niggas is dubbs
West Brackin my nifga I'm bloods
In club wax and I'm making it flood
No pat down I slid in wit my gun
And no sir I don't tot it for fun
This stick hold thirty
So I'm gone shoot all thirty
From Long range imma pull like curry
I drop shells opps scurry
Know bro gone ride no worries
I am the the goat no curry
Imma run up a check no worries
On the way to that bag gotta hurry
I'm the type to make her suck dick
Till she get hiccups
You see a Glacier in the air everytime I hold my rist up
Yeah I'm dressed in all black but nah Ion got my fist up
I'll leave red stains on yo shirt and it Won't be no ketchup
I just balled the morge like yeah I Gotta opp for transport
These robin jeans kame wit wings Imma waking airport
Tell the pigs I ain't going back
They gone need some back up
Five hoes in the back
They had to lap up
Dis one of mine get clapped up
And I got Chucky in the cut
And you know he strapped up
This dick a warm your bitch right up Just like a microwave
I feel like Gucci syrup sipping
Pass the lemonade
These niggas steady set tripping Think they renegade
I might just blow when I pull out
This whip a hand Granade
Shout out to angel she a dime
And imma Ace of Spades
I'm in the front of a mansion posted Like I'mma fucking slave
Shawty freaky she gone ride me
Not the fucking wave
Just like the presidents in my pocket Send u to the grave
I only pop out with straight hundreds So don't ask for change
I might just pop out with my side and My fucking main
I ain't even with the talking let the choppa sing
I look like a lick
You prolly thought I was the plug
My body a pharmacy I feel it drugs
Fuck all my opps Imma feel them with slugs
Fuck twelve you niggas is dubbs
West Brackin my nifga I'm bloods
In club wax and I'm making it flood
No pat down I slid in wit my gun
And no sir I don't tot it for fun
This stick hold thirty
So I'm gone shoot all thirty
From Long range imma pull like curry
I drop shells opps scurry
Know bro gone ride no worries
I am the the goat no curry
Imma run up a check no worries
On the way to that bag gotta hurry
I'm the type to make her suck dick
Till she get hiccups
You see a Glacier in the air everytime I hold my rist up
Yeah I'm dressed in all black but nah Ion got my fist up
I'll leave red stains on yo shirt and it Won't be no ketchup
I just balled the morge like yeah I Gotta opp for transport
These robin jeans kame wit wings Imma waking airport
Tell the pigs I ain't going back
They gone need some back up
Five hoes in the back
They had to lap up
Dis one of mine get clapped up
And I got Chucky in the cut
And you know he strapped up
This dick a warm your bitch right up Just like a microwave
I feel like Gucci syrup sipping
Pass the lemonade
These niggas steady set tripping Think they renegade
I might just blow when I pull out
This whip a hand Granade
Shout out to angel she a dime
And imma Ace of Spades
I'm in the front of a mansion posted Like I'mma fucking slave
Shawty freaky she gone ride me
Not the fucking wave
Just like the presidents in my pocket Send u to the grave
I only pop out with straight hundreds So don't ask for change
I might just pop out with my side and My fucking main
I ain't even with the talking let the choppa sing
