True Honey Buns (dat Freak Shit) – Bahamadia – letras

I’m reclinin’ out west – maxin at da ress pressed to see my cutie thatI call to come caress me desperate pooh unavailable da check dis – notInto masturbating yo cuz that’s some other shit since i had hit a drySpell i figured i’d manicure my nails den out da blue i’m interruptedBy the bell it was kia talkin bout dia c’mon let’s bounce tonightWu-tang performin at da fever and i got backstage passes – vip statusDa after party’s at the marriott we in the night like gladys cool iCan do wit dat give me 45, so i can wash da pussy cat a marinade daBody hop in mizarahi tighten up dah afro and turn to superhottie tellYou what i’ll hit you up soon as i’m ready when i see your mitsubishiOut front we jettin'(chorus)Arrived at da club like 11:45 – scenery was live – mob like a 3-2Center outside fly riders da whole shabang you know how philly hangCome time nah get extravagant while i was side tracked by the glamourAnd the glitz key was chattin’ wit a bouncer telling him we on nahList within a split second we escorted through conjestion routineFriskin’ metal detection all’s clear as air – no question so weGrabbed at the bar and head towards da dance section wit no hesitationWe breeze to the back in the green room where the celebrities was at,That’s when nah propaganda began to emerge star stud events mustTrigger hoochie alerts cuz kia went berserk, diggy low at first subtleBody language actin’like a flirt tongue stickin out wit da’ baby dollPout talkin’ all loud i’m like what’s dis all about … -mono-Here come tha’ raw maneuver luew-der than imagined kia aimin’ forAttention strivin for it with a passion slips out her sarong startsDancing in her thongs like a bootie song was on i said sis you knowYou wrong (see) you tha’ reason nigs be screamin’ bitches, hoes andTricks i’ont believe you goin’ out on nat adina howard shit don’t youDig these niggaz think you hotter than tha’ sun even if they talk toYou they wanna hit & run if you skeemin’ on nah cream boo you ain’tGettin’ none you played from nah door wit dat nut shit you done denShe gone look at me and say yo chill whatever, i thought you was myPeeps i said i thought you was together your actions bounce on allThese chicks in here like a reflector i’m tryin nah school you sis youIts plain that you don’t know no better – i’m not da one to judge soDo what you gotta do but it ain’t what you do its how you do it…ChorusTrue honey buns wanna have fun un-like a chick who settle for da hitAnd run, yeah to all tha girls do what you gotta do but it ain’t whatYou do its how you do it…