The Last Honda Song Lyrics

[Chorus]
H on my whip
H on my whip
H on my whip
H on my whip
H on my whip
H on my whip
H on my whip
H on my whip (hey bro)
Talkin' to your mom, I'm a principal
Break a cap down like a syllable
She touching me like a damn physical (why you touchin')
Smooth criminal but your guns fictional

[Verse]
My car from the '90s but my dash digital
So original
You're so so typical
I hit you with the stick, I might call you cymbal
I might kill myself cuz I'm so miserable
Heated seats done got me in my bag
Call the Glock freeze tag
Japanese, not a Jag
You can tell I go 30 by my motherf*cking mag'
Addition on my jeans so I let them sag I been cooler, my car got intercooler
You Ferris Bueller, my bitch from the Bermuda
I'm from the future, I f*ck around and f*ck around an'
I'm a diamond in the rough don't need a jeweler
I'm a lil light lion, she a cougar
You spreadin' rumors, I'm saying that I'm super (hey bro)
I'm a loser, now watch how I maneuver
I might pull up on a scooter

[Chorus]
H on my whip
H on my whip
H on my whip
H on my whip
H on my whip
H on my whip
H on my whip
H on my whip
Talkin' to your mom, I'm a principal
Break a cap down like a syllable
She touching me like a damn physical (why you touchin')
Smooth criminal but your guns fictional

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