Lyrics:
licky my sticky
I feel on her buns
While I'm feeling a buzz
I'm lightyears away
You cannot reach me
No zip code for this state
I said, I mean it
On every
a hostess
Leave that bun sticky
We can't split no meal
If you aint down to split no crumbs with me
I aint even say nothing
Shorty say that she in love with me
don't make you one just cause you know one of ones
Rolling this sticky my fingers like honey bun
That's it
Flowers in the plastic
Dollars in
smoke by the ounce
Bring a pound
Buy a ton
Now the whole world wanna rock
Look what the hun done
Like a honey bun
Know it's sticky not sweet
In my tummy
HOOD
And perhaps a sticky bun?...
Or four?...
CINDERELLA
Birds in the sky,
Birds in the eaves,
I the leaves,
In the fields,
In the castles and ponds...
gotta pull no card, I know she gon run (Run)
Money on me, It get sticky, This ain't HoneyBun
When I wake up, Shawty hit my phone first thing
We can't
that bitch, if I can't have no fun with her
Honey, I nut with her, no, I'm not loving her
She want that sticky, dat honey, like bun with her
Cup ain't no
hours' time
You shall go to the ball with us
And perhaps a sticky bun?
Or four?
Birds in the sky
Birds in the eaves, in the leaves, in the fields
make yo bitch sticky
I call her my honey bun
Introduce me to her sister
2 for the price of one
Holy demon what I am
Strike fear on a nun
Man ain't that
mouth and that
Sometimes inside the ends, sometimes out of the ends
Never in a house and that
Grew up on Roadside G'z and that
Sticky Bizniz, DVD,
bun
Its something to learn yeah it really is
Now you know what that sticky stuff is
I'll be there with you baby through
The thin and the thick
I'm
I know love is like cinnamon buns
I know love is like cinnamon buns
I know love is like cinnamon buns
I know love is like cinnamon buns
This love is
ass 'til it hurt (twerk)
Left, right, side to side, put that shit in overdrive (ayy, woo)
Put that sweet tooth in his gums, let him eat my honey bun
screens, gettin' high
Girl, you keep it so fly with your sweet honey buns
You was there when the money gone
You'll be there when the money comes
Off
a twirl
You are like pineapple, sticky and sweet
Sticky and sweet, so sticky and sweet
So sweet
So yummy
So juicy
So ono
Mmm-mmm
So tasty
Girl I wanna be
screens, gettin' high
Girl, you keep it so fly with your sweet honey buns
You was there when the money gone
You'll be there when the money comes
Off
cheeseboiga
Lovely breaded buns
Topped with sesame seeds
Juicy meaty patty
And some sticky melted cheese
Pickles?
Off
Lettuce?
Off
Onion?
Off
Tomato?
Off
Mmm
is your favorite dream
(Stop that shit, daddy...)
Best believe cool Ace gon' keep it real.
Pimp see & Bun be to testify for the ear
Excuse me,
the traps
spend your bread on rims and ice, whatever them bitches like)
Street niggas (push it all hard or ball
sticky weed, whatever ya need, man we got
(Yoz, What you tellin’ me?)
Look, you know I love her tiger (Rrr)
She got the buns, I admire (Hol' on)
I'm 'bout to buy that bitch a car
I'm 'bout
Uh
We smokin sticky
In this bitch
Smokin sticky
Smokin sticky
Uh
We Smokin sticky in this bitch
It's gettin cloudy
Gettin Smokey in da whip
(Hook)
I stay smoking sticky
Call that plasma grenade
Talking all that tough it's gon blow up in your face
Talking all that beef I'm gon show you
the world, givin' you that gangsta shit!
IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!"
[Verse 1: Bun B]
We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater
niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
[Bun B]
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