Lyrics SAVE THE BEES - Trevor Spitta

Save the Bees, not these hoes
I want bread and I want head
And I want real ones to hold me close
I want chips like a Dorito
Couple fish like a poke bowl
I call shorty my mosquito the way she
What what what what
Can't even talk about it I might explode
Girl I do not wanna be amigos
I want your tiddies on my god damn nose
I want my city on the god damn map
Skinny jeans are just not my clothes
Need extra fabric 'cuz I be dancing man
Michael Jackson wouldn't believe these toes
Plus baby I could rock your body
Massage your back while I'm still inside it
Beer belly man I just can't hide it
Beamer riding, scenic sliding
Talk about it or be about it
Easy decision, Spitta stay winning man let's go

Not these hoes
Save the Bees
Not your bros who lazyman man
Save the Bees
Not your money man spend that shit man
Fuck it we on
Fuck it we on

My bitch from the country
My bitch from the countryside
The whip is same color as apple pie
They thought we were out but we back in style
Girl I'm tryna read the biblical line
Tattoo right down the back of your spine
While I, okay okay, Thank God
Big Spitta man I'm something like poet
I take me little drink I pour it
I don't tell them what I do, I show it
Honey to me is like money to me
Could be a hundred degrees
And I'm still running and buzzing
You fuckin' with me? Man

Save the Bees
Not these hoes
Save the Bees
Not your bros who lazyman man
Save the Bees
Not your money man spend that shit man
Fuck it we on
Fuck it we on