Honeys In The Club

Being at a true bar costs like a new car, few star
Cuties with booties in here, but female Sagittarians jive
Like Barbarian tribes throw some spears blow in ears Rastafarian strive
No joking hardcore man with an open floor plan they fear my archive
See a brown bright sun queen a sight unseen might fun scream
At her later, but now prefer a waiter come with drink thirsty extreme
These girls sway quick to play tricks on minds like a game of chess
Aim their breasts at lips, came to undress wearing slips to tame the best
They’re slick down and wise like a clown’s disguise the whole town despise
Them but they’re beautiful, to kiss is honest dealing sometimes tarnish feelings
Occur with her hug with hope to stir love greater, hell the waiter got me squealing
Want satisfaction in bed great, action instead of debate, fatal attraction
Can bred hate, ask Michael Douglas, so fuck I creep but duck freaks by factions
In the hood against the law to squeal but flaw reveals a raw deal every time
Put dough in home construction, put flow in microphone production bury rhymes
Carry nines for protection during collections of monies after paid wines and dines
DJ mixing and fixing tunes, scratching and matching beats
Upon requests, sip sweet scotch and keep watch, snatching sweets
See a fine dame behind flame and pounce butt with game I bounce up
“Baby, ride with me we can glide and see the scenery” need an ounce of luck