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g herbo & southside - honestly كلمات الأغنية

[intro: juice wrld]
and we sippin’ purple n-gga, yeah

[chorus: juice wrld & g herbo]
honestly (ayy, southside, where you get all that drip?)
honestly
everything i wanna be
gotta work ’til it come to me
ain’t wanna be no wannabe
enemies they under me
honestly i wanna be
on the beach, white sand up under me
comfortably (comfortably)
i just want 100 g’s (100 g’s), foreign v’s (foreign v’s), louis v (louis v)
they like, “who is he?”

[verse 1: g herbo]
honestly when i was broke as f-ck, you ain’t notice me
you thought days i was posted up at the county jail where i’m ‘posed to be
now young n-gga eating overly
i got hunnids old as trees
and money don’t grow on trees
but i’m gon’ blow it like leaves, ayy
pull up with turbo v’s, ayy
two-door amg’s, ayy
i started witnessing some of the sh-t that felt like it was make-believe, ayy
lil’ n-gga neck on freeze, ayy
spent 100 racks on these, ayy
seen’t ’em tryna keep up and then lost everything, i can’t let that happen to me, ayy
feeling alive, i’m so happy to be, ayy
you k!lling my vibe, f-ck how long you b-tches you see me
be happy for me, ayy
i’m fresh all the time, but you know my kicks ain’t buscemi
capital g fazos
nike need me on the payroll
i just took these off a day ago
k!llers gon’ do what i say so
angels gon’ give you a halo
and we got money to lay low
now when it come to the bread, i go with it like mayo
can’t let it go to my head
i had way too many days, broke

[chorus: juice wrld & g herbo]
honestly
honestly
everything i wanna be
gotta work ’til it come to me
ain’t wanna be no wannabe
enemies, they under me
honestly i wanna be
on the beach, white sand up under me
comfortably (comfortably)
i just want 100 g’s (100 g’s), foreign v’s (foreign v’s), louis v (louis v)
they like, “who is he?”

[verse 2: juice wrld]
i say honestly
i need honesty
get rich and i make my mama proud of me
a young rich n-gga, that’s what i’m ’bout to be
rolling gas, boy, yo sh-t not loud to me
i’m getting used to the fame, n-ggas crowding me
i got demons and these n-ggas brought ’em out of me
i’m on my boss sh-t, ain’t no clowning me
let’s f-ck up saks fifth, hit the town on me
me and herbo pull up in a bentley coupe
ain’t not telling what we’ll say or what we’ll do
smoke gelato out the zip, feel like jet fuel
we’ll never let a f-ck n-gga know our next move
run up them big bags, that’s what we into
we just some real n-ggas, look what we been through
i put gucci on my backpack, but i don’t like school
i know you may love me, but b-tch i don’t like you

- g herbo southside

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