Paroles Honey par Poundz (UK)

B-Beef -
B-Beef -

I love Beef and I love get Money (uh-huh)
I got racks and I got bare Honeys (uh-huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double-tap that twice turn my man Duppy (ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me (woi woi)
I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, frying man Kentucky (woi woi woi)

I love Beef and I love get Money
I got racks and I got bare Honeys (uh-huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double-tap that twice turn my man Duppy (ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me (uh-huh)
I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, frying man Kentucky (woi woi woi)

My n*gga SR don't rasclart miss
He slapped the whole dots and teared mans wig (bow)
He's in the bando trynna make this dough
Got Pyrex on stove but it ain't no dish (gang)
I link GG for the .4s no cap
He buss the whole ting, leave bare man p*ssed (woi woi)
I used to make Ps from a black brick phone
And now I make Ps when I rap mans bi'
Chatting on broke and your whole gang shot (bow)
Diligent yute, make your heartbeat stop (woi woi)
Run a man down, two shanks just me
No team, ten toes on a paigon block (uh-huh)
Milliton yute if I back this Glock (uh-huh)
I got my young slime in the OT spot
The prof' come sweet when I fly them packs
No NSG ting when I OT bop

I love Beef and I love get Money (uh-huh)
I got racks and I got bare Honeys (uh-huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double-tap that twice turn my man Duppy (ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me (woi woi)
I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, frying man Kentucky (woi woi woi)

I love Beef and I love get Money
I got racks and I got bare Honeys (uh-huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double-tap that twice turn my man Duppy (ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me (uh huh)
I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, frying man Kentucky (woi woi woi)

I got beef in the streets like fastfood
Don't play ball but I'll get man dunked
Gyal love how I do it like Lakers
Ball so hard now my stack look dumb
I'm a chef like Gordon Ramsey
Good with the blade like a Chinese monk (ching ch)
Cute gyal but her attitude mad
And her arse so big, she's a gorgeous one
Got the dotty in the ride, trynna blow mans back
I was chilling with the drillers when the n*gga go wrapped
Had the chingers and the wizard trynna get a man splashed
If I pull up with my hitter then we're bringing out wap
One car, four-man, bare heart, no neeks
Jump out and attack, they ain't realer than man
And the other side broke, they ain't getting no dough
Little n*ggas my sons, they could never be fam

I love Beef and I love get Money (uh-huh)
I got racks and I got bare Honeys (uh-huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double-tap that twice turn my man Duppy (ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me (woi woi)
I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, frying man Kentucky (woi woi woi)

I love Beef and I love get Money
I got racks and I got bare Honeys (uh-huh)
No cap, real badman ting
Double-tap that twice turn my man Duppy (ba bow)
Shotgun but I call it brucky (that's right)
In the streets all the gyaldem love me (uh huh)
I don't know for the paigon yutes
If I up this pole, frying man Kentuck
(woi woi woi woi woi woi woi woi)

(uh-huh)
(woi woi woi woi woi woi woi woi)
I love beef and I love get money