Dom Kennedy - Hennessy Beach Lyrics

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[Hook - Dom Kennedy]

My niggas trying hard to get it

We making sure the cars is tinted

I'm making sure the broads is with it

I hit her with the extra large addiction

With some niggas trying hard to get it

And we making sure the cars is tinted

I'm making sure the broads is with it

I hit her with the extra large addiction

[Verse 1 - Dom]

Calico hope you hoes is all legal

I take the most thickest and

Leave the rest with my people

Guns kill niggas and hurt pussy is lethal

Raised in West Philly

Her favorite team is the Eagles

Got one dog I think that shit is a beagle

She dress like one of them girls at Fred Segal

Totally! I just make her buy a bunch of clothes

For me. Then we go out to eat I order

Steak with the rosemary

Before we in the house I be digging in the

Hosiery. She ghost for me. I put that on her father

And the rosary. The older we become

Life is just begun. You like how that drink taste?

Mix it with some pre-cum

I hang around millionaires cause I could maybe be one

If you don't understand that you are really D-umb

If you know a nigga real as me

I would like to see one

A couple homies locked away

I hope this city free some

Goin' to the pros I'm tired of playing D-1

Can't stay in the same place

Life is not a re-run

I broke out hit it one time

Then I jumped out. When her plane land

I think Spitta is choked out

Tortoise shell frames on yeah niggas Loc'd out

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Can't wait to bring the '62 with the spokes out

Cause it's all in our reach

I be waiting for you nigga right here

On Hennessy Beach

[Curren$y]

Now I never had a glass of Hennessy in my life

I can't lie.. but I did have a shot of XO this morning

Shout out for the housewarming gift they

Sent that to the room..

I didn't drive over here not drinking and driving

Kush rolling.. aiite..

Staying in my Nike Cartays

Beach front home cause I was stacking and playing

The back all alone. Niggas is dead over raps

Gone over songs. I'm rolling something Herculean

Cheese past strong like it gotta be on 'roids boy

Here's another hit that Barry Bonds

Spitta know how to treat a woman sugar

Cut all that real girl shit out I prove it to ya

Snatch it with producers I get high

To do my work. I'm a roofer

Instead of paying attention you niggas paying

Them bitches. That's why you in that position

Looking up at the jets waving bye staining your eyes

Cause we satellite high

In 1997 I dreamt about riding around a Porsche 911

But now platiunum opening a car lot to sell em

My bottom bitch sew it all goes down

But she never tell it..

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