Текст песни Aug 22nd (Bonus Track) - Honchoknock

Know I want it
Something bout her
Know I want it
Yeah
Something bout her

It's just something bout her
And she know I want it
Be up all night
On the phone four in the morning
I care bout lil baby I buy her whatever she wanting
They wish they was you
Like a twin turbo, baby they cloning
What the fuck up with these bitches?
You the only one that could've put me in my feelings
Thumbing thru the check, making love to them digits
Racked up, stuffing blue franks in my britches
I been back and forth between the money and the women
Since you came in I been feeling like I'm winning
Pour me up a four in two cups, double silling
Lean got me slumped
Leave my body with no feelings

Riding thru the city thinking heavy on my free time
Come scoop you from your spot, you and me time
Matching watches from Italy, overseas time
I wear my heart on my sleeve so you can see mine
To be honest man, all I ever wanted was a hundred bands wrapped in some rubber Bands
I really got a plan if you understand what I'm saying
I can come up on some bands, no saran
No I don't need the wrap cause I know that I can rap
Let me rap to you baby, I can put you in the map
Sit them racks in your lap
Like I'm in the trenches, nigga stayed with the strap
Watching for the snitches, gotta stay away from traps
Did a hundred yard dash in a brand new Camaro
Then dropped the top on a Porsche Panamera
Baby come follow me like I am Farrakhan
Head Honcho Knock, I'm the don
Pull up iced out nigga looking like we won
When I'm with her you know I protect her like a gun
It's a cold world, heater burn you like the sun
Both love money, we'll kill you bout the funds
If he jump stupid then that nigga better run
Pull up on a nigga spraying with the tommy gun
She be by my side, yeah we tighten than a bun
I'm gone take the charge, she don't gotta hold the gun

It's just something bout her
And she know I want it
Be up all night
On the phone four in the morning
I care bout lil baby I buy her whatever she wanting
They wish they was you
Like a twin turbo, baby they cloning
What the fuck up with these bitches?
You the only one that could've put me in my feelings
Thumbing thru the check, making love to them digits
Racked up, stuffing blue franks in my britches
I been back and forth between the money and the women
Since you came in I been feeling like I'm winning
Pour me up a four in two cups, double silling
Lean got me slumped
Leave my body with no feelings

I been cutthroat so you never know my feelings
Came from Atlanta, city full of drug dealing
Raised by a hustler, my daddy made a killing
Niggas dying young so I got to make a living
And my mama, wish I could've set her straight at the beginning
When my time come, eating shrimp and steak cause we winning
My cup running over on my plate, yeah I'm sinning
But when times get rough, wipe it up with the linen
I got big dreams, pull up in a foreign, not rented
And my bitch bad, pull up in a beamer with it tinted
Zone three nigga really came from the trenches
Niggas sleeping on me like the bums on the benches
Fixing to wake them up and make them niggas pay attention
I was skipping school homeroom to detention
Can't hold back cause a nigga so relentless
Seeing dead people like a nigga had a vision
I pull up on a nigga with extensions
See he was talking shit but now he missing
The way she move her body got me wishing
And she wet like the ocean, no fishing and
I been drinking Fiji water got me pissing
On to new shit, new place new position
Copped the drop and now a nigga really whipping
Got the Act, she act right when we sipping

It's just something bout her
And she know I want it
Be up all night
On the phone four in the morning
I care bout lil baby I buy her whatever she wanting
They wish they was you
Like a twin turbo, baby they cloning
What the fuck up with these bitches?
You the only one that could've put me in my feelings
Thumbing thru the check, making love to them digits
Racked up, stuffing blue franks in my britches
I been back and forth between the money and the women
Since you came in I been feeling like I'm winning
Pour me up a four in two cups, double silling
Lean got me slumped
Leave my body with no feelings
What the fuck up with these bitches?
You the only one that could've put me in my feelings
Thumbing thru the check, making love to them digits
Racked up, stuffing blue franks in my britches
I been back and forth between the money and the women
Since you came in I been feeling like I'm winning
Pour me up a four in two cups, double silling
Lean got me slumped
Leave my body with no feelings