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Yelawolf

Genres: Hip-Hop

Honey Brown Lyrics - Yelawolf

See, all my life I've been friends with thugs 

I never did judge cause my momma sold drugs 

By the age of 5 I could hold a beer buzz 

All I wanna do is show love to my boys 

In the 88 crown vic, Rolling deep 

Working so hard cause they can't, go to sleep 

Got the same clothes that you rock, for three days 

Hitting traps like a prophet, for beats sake 

To the single mothers in the kitchen still cooking 

No job open but shes out, still looking 

If you don't, who the fuck will? 

Not daddy, cause that mothafucka's not here 

So stop askin' for the pennies and the hand-me-outs 

You gotta look at life and get it without any doubts 

Only a coward has to rob and pull a Semi out 

Just to open the garage and pull a hemi out, think big 

 

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I crack the top and pour the fifth out 

I wanna run around the whole wide world 

Just me and my girl (Just me and my girl) 

I got a cup full of that Honey Brown 

I wanna drank it with the whole wide world 

Just me and my girl (Just me and my girl) 

 

All my life I've been friends with thugs 

I never did judge cause my momma sold drugs 

By the age of five I could hold a beer buzz 

All I wanna do is show love to my boys 

Rocking Mossy Oak, big trucks, lift kits 

Waking up before the sun rise, gettin' it 

You got them babies that you gotta feed, for christ sake 

Put them eighteen wheels on the, highway 

I'mma do it for the country bucks, right 

Got a problem with somebody then, fight 

Don't be a. win some, lose some 

Just make sure you make it to the house when it's done 

Respect all lives in the hollow tip 

Pride will get you killed, better learn how to swallow it 

To the rappers on the planet out dreaming 

Learn how to write a record, homie stop steaming 

Nobody cares about you pocket's with no mics on 

Don't be blind to yourself they might gon' be a pipe bomb 

Fake haters to the snail in the salt 

In the nail to a coffin, somebody turn the lights on 

 

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I crack the top and pour the fifth out 

I wanna run around the whole wide world 

Just me and my girl (Just me and my girl) 

I got a cup full of that Honey Brown 

I wanna drank it with the whole wide world 

Just me and my girl (Just me and my girl 

 

I crack the top and pour the fifth out 

I wanna run around the whole wide world 

Just me and my girl (Just me and my girl) 

I got a cup full of that Honey Brown 

I wanna drank it with the whole wide world 

Just me and my girl (Just me and my girl 

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