Jonah Raine, King Beli - Honey Bourbon Lyrics

Aye yo baby, you could get some backwoods from the store, for me real quick

I slid in her Dm's, she sent me her number, now I get the pussy in person
The BP ran out of Russian Cream, so I told her to get Honey Bourbon
Now we pulling up, in the back of the back, of the blacked out burban
And when I get rich, I'm prolly gon' cop me a car that's a German

I wanna Nice lil house in the suburbs, grandma be knitting my covers
Still keep a gun in the cupboard, fuck with me you seeing colors
Hot like toast, I'm smooth like butter, smashing a bitch that I met last summer
Don't know her name, just got her number, I'm in my bag like bread, wonder
"Aye bitch go make me a sandwich"
It's feeling wet when I get in that pussy, I feel like we at the Aquarium
An I can't be fucking on bitches that's crazy, I know that her sign an Aquarius
She wanna go out, but I don't be going on dates, that's lame
Hop out the whip, and the ladies start freaking out, oh my god it's Jonah Raine
She came over, I broke her back, now she say she don't know her name
Don't got no chairs inside my crib, I told em' sit on top my face

I slid in her Dm's, she sent me her number, now I get the pussy in person
The BP ran out of Russian Cream, so I told her to get Honey Bourbon
Now we pulling up, in the back of the back, of the blacked out burban
And when I get rich, I'm prolly gon' cop me a car that's a German

You know it ain't hard to see shawty gone jump, cuz these bitches be lurkin'
An Jonah said that was yo bitch from the jump, so I did it on purpose
Ion even do opiates, hit da' hoe off a perky
But bitch done popped da wrong pill, thinking I'm buying a Birkin
Hop on da' plane, an I'm high as a pilot, dat gas, an I know thy gone smell that
Niggas be faking, like they really out here for real, You don't en' sell dat
Remember I bought my first car, from right where the jail at
Just for da pussy I flew to Daytona, but I got da neck in a Hellcat
Yea I could be on da' block wit' a flip, but I could make more off a back end
But don't think this industry shit, got us sweet in da' streets, cuz shit can get active

I slid in her Dm's, she sent me her number, now I get the pussy in person
The BP ran out of Russian Cream, so I told her to get Honey Bourbon
Now we pulling up, in the back of the back, of the blacked out burban
And when I get rich, I'm prolly gon' cop me a car that's a German