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bob squad - henny bars lyrics

[intro]
ay, ay
we ain’t get no sleep (yeah bro)
you about to go in this?
yuh

[verse 1: od]
f-ck a snow day, i’m hot like a heater
call me chris brown, wife beater
12’s on my feet, yeah you know we reppin’
tape your ankles up, i’m eurosteppin’

[verse 2: hansford]
henny in my system, put that b-tch down, make her listen
walk into the room, yeah you know we always glisten
leave the room, roll the j
smoke it all, call it hay
make her pay, drop her off
made her cough, didn’t get caught
pick up more, smoke the rest
yeah you know we never less
and we always blow the best, make me put your b-tch on check
always buy the sh-t for less, play these b-tches like its chess
who the winner, lemme guess
yeah its me, i confess

[verse 3: montgomery]
henny in my hand, i don’t drink no other brand
b-tches on my d-ck, and they from a foreign land
you know this sh-t fire like a f-cking black choir
5th grade quarterback, shoutout paul meyer

[verse 4: od]
yeah we go in, yeah we only spit fire
yeah we clean as f-ck, yeah you might as well retire
walk in the room, and you know they admire
walk out the room, yeah you know we way higher

[verse 5: hansford]
pull up to the party we the ones that make it litty
got the bag of gas and it’s lookin’ h-lla pretty
the sh-t you got is brown, man thats lookin’ kinda iffy
bro, hit this loud, and your high is times fifty

[verse 6: montgomery]
saint cloud tech, yeah you know where we at
only f-ck a b-tch if the booty is fat
top 100 billboard, that’s where we’ll be
b-tch remember me, i got the key

[verse 7: od]
joint in the left, blunt in the right
hopin’ that the p-ssy will be h-lla tight
beat that p-ssy up, yeah i’m so vicious
hennylicious

[verse 8: montgomery]
yeah we takin’ off like a rocket
get real p-ssy, i don’t f-ck a pocket
mess with the boys, and you out your socket
shoot your shot b-tch, and you know i’ll block it

[verse 9: hansford]
listen to this story about a girl who wanna blow me
it was getting late and she wanted me homie
she was thick, i was ready
yeah i put it in heavy, in that chevy
seats sweaty, busted and she yelled “already?”
i don’t give a f-ck b-tch i get head every weekend
and you know i make the p-ssy deepen, keepin’
money on the low, p-ssy on the high
flexin’ on these hoes
b-tch i’m sippin’ hennessy til i die

[outro]
shoutout lil marty, shoutout yeags, shoutout pauly t, shoutout easton
keep drinking henny my family

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