Beyoncé SWEET HONEY BUCKIIN Lyrics (feat. Shaboozey)
I fall to pieces
Each time I see you there
And I miss all our secrets
So tell me how you’ve been
Lucchese the boots, check
You can hear when I step
Bought a Chevy and painted it red
Money long, it can’t fit in the bed
It don’t matter what nobody says
Country boy till the day that I’m dead
You want smoke? I’m the Marlboro man
Cut it out ‘fore it get out of hand
This ain’t Calabasas
We don’t need highways, we can take backroads
Never been riding, baby, step in that stirrup, hopon my saddle
Snake on my feet, they rattle
And the bag only thing getting lasso’d
And I’m still going up like a ladder
And I’m still in the field like cattle
The Cadillac back on the road
We taking Route 44
Just say what you need from the store, oh-oh
Put some grits on the stove
Jiffy cornbread, booty corn-fed
Body rolls at the rodeo, I’m coming home
Riding thru just to put my eyes on you
You are the superstar, everybody’s driving old new cars
Turn a bad night to a good time on a trail ride to the zydeco
I’m coming home
I’m coming home (I’m coming home, I’m coming home)
I’m coming home (I’m coming home, I’m coming home)
We’ve come a long way from the rough rides
From the railroads to the rodeos, sweet country home
This for my, this for my
She gone
Ride for you, cowboy
And that sweet honey on it
So come with me to new life
You’re stuck to me all night
Put a flower inside
Stuck in me all night
Honey, hey, hey
Honey, yeah
Tastes like honey
Tastes like honey
Think of my
Buckin’, buckin’, buckin’, woah
Buckin’, buckin’, buckin’, like a mechanical bull
Buckin’, buckin’, buckin’, woah
Buckin’, buckin’, a good night
Flow money is full
Look at that horse, look at that horse, look at that horse
Pretty as hell, au naturale, dining on farce
Buckin’ buckin’, woah
Buckin’, buckin’, a good night (Buckin’)
Woah, yeah
Your patience is thin
Your hormones is right at the rim
You was just going in
Fuck it, do it again
AOTY, I ain’t win
I ain’t stuntin’ ’bout them
Take that shit on the chin
Come back and fuck up the pen
Say the things that I know will offend
Wear that shit that I know start a trend
Take the Bugatti out for da spin
Ain’t no top, feel the wind on my skin
Ooh, ooh, ooh, snakes on the den
They hissin’, don’t listen to them
They bite every once and again
But it gets stomped down when we
Buckin’, buckin’, buckin’, woah
Buckin’, buckin’, buckin’, like a mechanical bull
Buckin’, buckin’, buckin’, woah
Buckin’, buckin’, a good night
Flow where the money is full, full, full
Look at that horse, look at that horse, look at that horse
Pretty as hell, au naturale, dining on farce
Buckin’, woah
Buckin’, buckin’
They yankin’ your chain
Promising things that they can’t
You the man at the bank?
Is you is or you ain’t?
Hit the runway I’m late
Pops got pictures to take
It’s in my DNA
Look at my mama it’s a trait
Say the things that I know will offend
Wear that shit that I know start a trend
Take the Bugatti out for da spin
Ain’t no top, feel the wind on my skin
Buckin’, woah
Buckin’, buckin’, buckin’, like a mechanical bull