Honey Bun (Live) - Reba McEntire

(Al Geno on the track) Yeah, yeah, huh What the fuck they thought, nigga? (What the fuck they thought?) I just jumped up out the fuckin' vault, nigga (go), huh Niggas singin' like Diana Ross, nigga (su!) I don't wanna hear no sorry for my loss, nigga Fuck it, do some, I just put my roof on it (put that house on it) I don't give a fuck about no big homie (fuck 'em) No Huncho, no, fuck it, I'm back on it (chill out) Everybody know just how we act on it (go) What's up? (Huh), what's up? (Huh) What's up? (Huh), what's up? (Huh) What's up? (Huh) Ain't gon' run, I got that strap on me (grah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? Honey bun, can you do somethin' for me? (Do somethin') Can you go automatic just for me? (Frrt, frrt) Tommy gun, can you do somethin' for me? (Su!) Can you call Al Capone for me? (Brrt, brrt, yeah) I got a reason to slide, I got a reason to ride (say what?) I got a, I got a reason to slide, I got a reason to ride (uh, get out) How can I come outside, without no mask on? (How?) They wanna see my emotions, I ain't smilin' at all (fuck 'em) I bought a bulletproof Humvee, it could take down a wall (skrrt) Tactical mechanics end up paying off (brrt) They don't want me talkin' like this gangster, at all (uh, uh) They'd rather see me on TV playin' basketball (fuck that), huh Hell nah (hell nah), fuck all that (fuck it), huh I'm back, no more Hollywood, just bring me back (hi), huh I just got a hundred bricks like hack a shack (bando), huh 2014, Huncho is back Honeybun, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, frrt, huh (Honeybun, Al Capone), yeah Tommy gun, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (what?) Can you call Al Ca-? (Al Capone, brrt) Huh, huh, huh, Huncho

She sweeter than a honeybun, I'ma call her honeybun I been looking for you, baby, where you from I been searching for you, where you been? Girl where the hell you been Don't make me be your man, 'cause man I catch feelings it be slipping Right up out my hands Girl I don't want to wife you, but if you want me to, that's what I might do I been looking for anyone just like you You my type boo Damn I think I like you, I do (I do) You from another universe You not from planet earth 'Cause I been single and mingling and still ain't find nobody similar Man, where she at, 'cause I'm missing her, I hit it, but I ain't quitting her My ex hating on the low she trying to get to her, I made a wish for her Is it her? 'Cause I'm sipping syrup and my vision blurred She sweeter than a honeybun, I'ma call her honeybun I been looking for you, baby, where you from I been searching for you, where you been? Girl where the hell you been Don't make me be your man 'Cause man I catch feelings it be slipping Right up out my hands She popping like some bubble gum, call her winter fresh I'm a dead man walking I'm fresh to death We body to body I be all down her neck, running up a check she call me Haitian fresh I fall up the steps, call it blues clues 'cause I was trying to find you but I didn't have a clue Jaguar XF when I ride through, searching through my GPS so I can find you Where the hell you been you a goddess, I'm a project baby I'm just being honest Flow sick, so sick, make you vomit, I can't catch no feelings baby Ima drop it She sweeter than a honeybun, I'ma call her honeybun I been looking for you, baby where you from I been searching for you, where you been? Girl where the hell you been Don't make me be your man, 'cause man I catch feelings It be slipping right up out my hands

Another one And another one Thought you was the one, you just another one Thought I wasn't nothing, but I'm number one I'm like Lauryn Hill, I'm just a younger one I be hugging bands, I got my money tucked If that ass is fat, I'm tryna fuck it up Hop up in the bunk, and we could buddy up Mighty Gang but shorty call me honey bun This that shorty you should study from 6-pack like I got a tummy tuck Bury niggas then I dug 'em up Just to show these niggas what I'm drumming up I work hard, that's why my luck is up That is not a reach I'll be honest, I don't see you niggas What is y'all me Honda Civic started fucking up Now I bought a Jeep Used to wanna be a fucking star Now I'm on the screen All these years I let you niggas talk Now I'm 'bout to fucking scream All these years I couldn't see the light Now I gotta fucking beam Thank you plug for the lala Spicing up my life like masala Don't need nothing but yourself, that's on my mama Hypocrite I'm in Balenciaga Thank you plug for the lala Spicing up my life like masala Don't need nothing but yourself, that's on my father Ignorant I'm drippin' in that Prada Drippy from my head to my toe I forgot the days when I was broke This is for my family and folk And for them silly niggas thinkin' I'm a joke Ha ha ha who laughing now Making what I used to make, I can't imagine now We bougie living lavish now I could be your chaperone, I manage now On a roller coaster figure eight She just wanna dinner and a date She just want the wine pairing, she don't even like sharing She just want a bigger piece of stake I got money, you got body, that's the trade off And I'm so attractive, shorty that's your payoff Pretty but I'm handsome, plus I got the day off Ain't no need for chaos On your knees and Thank you plug for the lala Spicing up my life like masala Don't need nothing but yourself, that's on my mama Hypocrite I'm in Balenciaga Thank you plug for the lala Spicing up my life like masala Don't need nothing but yourself, that's on my father Ignorant I'm drippin' in that Prada Listen A person could be so pretty, as they would say But their ways are so filthy The looks is nothing to me All the good looks that a person may have When they start dumping all their nasty ways on you How long can you take that for? You gonna walk away from that Pretty looks that you met in the first place So when I says, pretty looks is not everything We talk about the beauty within That is everything

Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and child Holy infant, so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace Silent night, holy night Shepherds pray at the sight Glory streams from heaven afar (heaven afar) Heavenly host sing hallelujah (hallelujah) Christ, the savior is born Christ, the savior is born Silent night, holy night Son of God love's pure light Radiant beams from Thy holy face (Thy holy face) With the dawn of redeeming grace (redeeming grace) Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth Silent night, holy night All is calm and all is bright Round yon virgin mother and child Holy infant, so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace

(Reba mcentire) My daddy is a rancher He's wrangled cattle dang near all his life He also liked to rodeo He traveled around with four kids and a wife Well his old ranch is rocky But his ropes sail smooth for several years He worked real hard And roped real good And tried to get his ranch out in the clear He didn't want us kids to rodeo He wanted more out of life for us Maybe banking, or a lawyer Or maybe even driving some old bus Well that's when we took up singing And his pride grew greater day by day And I know his eyes grew misty The night I sang up on the opry stage Chorus: Now his ranch is so much bigger The the days when he first started The grass grows now where none used to be His roping got him started Cattle prices made it better And he's trying to get his ranch out in the clear Five years ago september, he bought more steers and hung up all his Ropes But he often tells the stories about the rodeos he won and cowboy jokes Well it's funny that the first big roping that he won some thirty years Ago Was the same day that I sang on the stage of the grand old opry show Repeat chorus Now he's feeding cattle Toting hay And branding the y.o. And his hired hand's there to help him And she also cooks their meals when they get home They built their ranch together And listening to the kids sing through the years Well they worked real hard and roped real good and now they got their Ranch Out in the clear Because when a family works together They finally get their ranch out in the clear Out in the clear

(Steve dean, lonnie williams) Oh ain't life wonderful When everything is right But sometimes wonderful Can fall apart sometimes When your troubles knock you down Pick yourself up off the ground and Chorus: Walk on Walk on Nothing ever stays wrong that long Walk on Oh walk on Don't just stand there in the storm Walk toward the light till you find the sun And you'll be better off in the long run And walk on Oh it's a heartache when love comes to an end But even though your heart breaks You know it's gonna mend Keep the faith right through goodbye And don't you ever break your stride Repeat chorus x2 Walk on Walk on Ohhh walk on Walk on Oh walk on