Hennything - Young Roc

Yeah

Fuck it aye

All my fuckin' madness got your bitch horny

Fuck it

Whippin' up that dope I put my wrist on it

Fuck it

If you left behind you better get on it

When a nigga run his jaw I put my fist on it

Fuck it

Oh my fuckin' god open up yo mind, what you visualize

If I hear one more time that you still on that line

Talkin' bout yo grind hangin' up my phone aggravate my soul

Lose yo memory please do call me no more times I’m

Clean nigga wet dreams bitches runnin' thru em all like it’s sanitary

Revolutions never been solutions so I’m never waiting on January

All think about gettin' over throwin' mozzarella on them areolas

Shawty thick but her money slim so I told her ass she should bend It over like

Fuck it

You need these bands huh?

You need these bands

(You need these bands)

You need these bands don’t ya?

I say Hennything is possible

I got hoes tryna rock a woe

I got hoes tryna rock a woe

I got hoes tryna rock a woe

You need these bands

(You need these bands)

You need these bands huh?

You need these bands

(You need these bands)

You need these bands don’t ya?

I say Hennything is possible

I got hoes tryna rock a woe

I got hoes tryna rock a woe

I got hoes tryna rock a woe

Man, I know that it’s hard to digest

But baby this story ain’t so different from the rest

And I know it seems wrong to accept

But you’ve got your demons, and she’s got her regrets

(French talking)

Saturday night

Take your mind off pain and

I had you in mind

When I drink henny tonight

It was you