[Chorus: Latiff] When I'm dippin on the grind I get my money quick But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip She be wit me cause she aint like all them other chicks Let you hit, then she split, that's why I got a honey dip From the club to the telly you know how it is Most of the chicks I never tell em where a nigga live Tryna reach me at my mansion or my mother crib Hit my cell, hit my two, now I'm at my honey dips
[Verse 1: Jim Jones] Yo we talked about 8, said I was comin thru to hit Now its wee hours in the mornin and I'm drunker than a bitch Stumblin and shit, I jumped up in the whip Flipped open the horn like where's my honey dip And bitch fuck ya man tonite, you know my steelo Sizzurp wit the Cristal, the corners playin cee-lo You see me well you jus smile you know we on the le-low I'm whippin thru the town like we boilin up a kilo Huh, I'm tryna dip up in the tele Dip up in the room, then dip up in her belly Dip off on Pirelli's, Dip-Sets Fonzarelli My white t-shirt, lookin dip up in my Pelle Smokin weed up in the Range Full speed left lane Its me against the world, M.O.B. up in my vein Wit another nigga girl, gettin low to give me brain If the bitch about the cause you aint gotta spit no game
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[Verse 2: Jr Writer] You know I'm lookin for a honey dip But I'm no dummy, most these bunnies are money hungry and lookin for a money clip So after the brother hit I'll tell a honey dip She won't see a contact, address nor buddy list I aint on some hubby shit That lovey dovey shit its nuttin trick I'm suttin slick you couldn't get enough of it How a slugger jus slide up thru the check in Wit that linin on the Wesson Hundred diamonds on my neck and wrist shit I'm rich bitch, rhymings my profession Watch how I do this stupid grindin and perfectin Who's flyer when I step in got em spyin every second, cause that 06 Charger remind em of a 7 Yes man I'm so fresh the pro mess wit bread honey My jeans 800, these are called Red Munkey The flossin is gone, come talk to a Don fly enough to belong on a catwalk in Mulan.....holla
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[Verse 3: Juelz Santana] I got me a lovely chick, I got me a slutty chick, I got em all, but my favorite one is my honey dip She get drunk wit me, roll the piff up wit me Throw singles at other hoes in the strip club wit me She do anything for jus one quicky She a nympho chick For this slow dick She give no lip, she jus go get The paper I ask her for, my bitch so quick Plus she know every Santana song and she don't mind puttin the damn bandana on Slap her ass tell her dance in this thong She do it all for daddy She move it all for daddy...Aye Aye She get a brick and she boof it all for daddy Hit the road shake the State Troopers off for daddy And she bring all that paper back No short paper back, she sure don't play wit that
[Chorus] [Chorus: Latiff] When I'm dippin on the grind I get my money quick But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip She be wit me cause she aint like all them other chicks Let you hit, then she split, that's why I got a honey dip From the club to the telly you know how it is Most of the chicks I never tell em where a nigga live Tryna reach me at my mansion or my mother crib Hit my cell, hit my two, now I'm at my honey dips
[Verse 1: Jim Jones] Yo we talked about 8, said I was comin thru to hit Now its wee hours in the mornin and I'm drunker than a bitch Stumblin and shit, I jumped up in the whip Flipped open the horn like where's my honey dip And bitch fuck ya man tonite, you know my steelo Sizzurp wit the Cristal, the corners playin cee-lo You see me well you jus smile you know we on the le-low I'm whippin thru the town like we boilin up a kilo Huh, I'm tryna dip up in the tele Dip up in the room, then dip up in her belly Dip off on Pirelli's, Dip-Sets Fonzarelli My white t-shirt, lookin dip up in my Pelle Smokin weed up in the Range Full speed left lane Its me against the world, M.O.B. up in my vein Wit another nigga girl, gettin low to give me brain If the bitch about the cause you aint gotta spit no game
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[Verse 2: Jr Writer] You know I'm lookin for a honey dip But I'm no dummy, most these bunnies are money hungry and lookin for a money clip So after the brother hit I'll tell a honey dip She won't see a contact, address nor buddy list I aint on some hubby shit That lovey dovey shit its nuttin trick I'm suttin slick you couldn't get enough of it How a slugger jus slide up thru the check in Wit that linin on the Wesson Hundred diamonds on my neck and wrist shit I'm rich bitch, rhymings my profession Watch how I do this stupid grindin and perfectin Who's flyer when I step in got em spyin every second, cause that 06 Charger remind em of a 7 Yes man I'm so fresh the pro mess wit bread honey My jeans 800, these are called Red Munkey The flossin is gone, come talk to a Don fly enough to belong on a catwalk in Mulan.....holla
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[Verse 3: Juelz Santana] I got me a lovely chick, I got me a slutty chick, I got em all, but my favorite one is my honey dip She get drunk wit me, roll the piff up wit me Throw singles at other hoes in the strip club wit me She do anything for jus one quicky She a nympho chick For this slow dick She give no lip, she jus go get The paper I ask her for, my bitch so quick Plus she know every Santana song and she don't mind puttin the damn bandana on Slap her ass tell her dance in this thong She do it all for daddy She move it all for daddy...Aye Aye She get a brick and she boof it all for daddy Hit the road shake the State Troopers off for daddy And she bring all that paper back No short paper back, she sure don't play wit that
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