Be Honest Lyrics – Hotboii
If I couldn’t vent to you baby I’d probably vent to drugs
You know I’m from the slums you got a hood nigga in love
No I don’t want no love lately I’m dealing with trust
If they come and pick you up would you give a nigga up
Be honest, if not then I’ll put VVs where your cuffs is
I be running to them bucks like Giannis
I just hope you keep it real on the rough end
I’m not playin put VVs on your cuffs
Put VVs on your cuffs and flood your shackles with baguettes
You know I’m from the mud I get the check and make a mess
Imma fill your commissary just promise me you wont get big
And I took this time too write this letter to ask you how you been
I already know what it is
Promise I’ll feel your pain what you done did
Know you wanna be home but thats your plane you take it you gotta land
Favorite strategy gotta plan, hope you ain’t mad at me I’m sayin
Before they capture me send me every picture in my gallery I ain’t playin
Hunnid racks on your lawyer, promise to be there for you
Baby if you be loyal I’ll forever spoil you
All I ever know is you
I won’t need me a hoe or two
When you eat it up love recording you but I just want you too
Be honest, rollie don’t tik tok no my watch dance
Babe I’m released and you ain’t out yet
Promise to keep my dick in my pants, I’m not playin I’m addicted to your love
If I couldn’t vent to you baby I’d probably vent to drugs
You know I’m from the slums you got a hood nigga in love
No I don’t want no love lately I’m dealing with trust
If they come and pick you up would you give a nigga up
Be honest, if not then I’ll put VVs where your cuffs is
I be running to them bucks like Giannis
I just hope you keep it real on the rough end
I’m not playin put VVs on your cuffs
Visitation in court day
I reminisce in the worst way
They had me missin’ my birthday
On the phone, I do foreplay
I don’t care what these hoes say
I fuck with what my bros say
Right there with me on stage
We came a long way, yes sir
From catchin’ rides, bein’ piss poor, now a young nigga chef’d up
I’ma go do a [?] city, and I ain’t gon’ vest up
Talking ’bout a RICO, no, not me though, leave my name out that stuff
Kut Da Fan On
Say I love you, never told you why
Give a fuck ’bout you, it ain’t no surprise
I want the world to know you’re mine
Oh my God
Can’t even rap when you be on my mind
No disguise
I got feelings I can’t hold inside
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If I couldn’t vent to you baby I’d probably vent to drugs
You know I’m from the slums you got a hood nigga in love
No I don’t want no love lately I’m dealing with trust
If they come and pick you up would you give a nigga up
Be honest, if not then I’ll put VVs where your cuffs is
I be running to them bucks like Giannis
I just hope you keep it real on the rough end
I’m not playin put VVs on your cuffs
It ain’t nothin’, I ice you up
Ice on you like hockey puff
When we fuck, she like it rough
We be doin’ all kind of stuff
Might Rollie you up
Just to tell these bitches that their time is up