Текст песни Hennything - Young Roc

Fuck it, aye
All my fuckin' madness got your bitch horny
Fuck it
Whippin' up that dope I put my wrist on it
Fuck it
If you left behind you better get on it
When a nigga run his jaw I put my fist on it
Fuck it
Oh my fuckin' god open up yo mind, what you visualize
If I hear one more time that you still on that line
Talkin' bout yo grind hangin' up my phone aggravate my soul
Lose yo memory please do call me no more times I'm
Clean nigga wet dreams bitches runnin' thru em all like it's sanitary
Revolutions never been solutions so I'm never waiting on January
All think about gettin' over throwin' mozzarella on them areolas
Shawty thick but her money slim so I told her ass
She should bend It over like
Fuck it
You need these bands huh?
You need these bands
(You need these bands)
You need these bands don't ya?
I say Hennything is possible
I got hoes tryna rock a woe
I got hoes tryna rock a woe
I got hoes tryna rock a woe
You need these bands
(You need these bands)
You need these bands huh?
You need these bands
(You need these bands)
You need these bands don't ya?
I say Hennything is possible
I got hoes tryna rock a woe
I got hoes tryna rock a woe
I got hoes tryna rock a woe

Man, I know that it's hard to digest
But baby this story ain't so different from the rest
And I know it seems wrong to accept
But you've got your demons, and she's got her regrets
(French talking)
Saturday night
Take your mind off pain and
I had you in mind
When I drink henny tonight
It was you