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SWEET ★ HONEY ★ BUCKIIN' Lyrics by Beyoncé Beyoncé , Shaboozey
Below, you will find the lyrics for SWEET ★ HONEY ★ BUCKIIN' by Beyoncé.
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 'til the day that I'm dead
You want smoke, I'm the Marlboro man
Cut it out 'fore it get outta hand, ayy
This ain't Calabasas
We don't need highways, we can take back roads
Never been ridin', baby?
Step in that stirrup, hop on my saddle
Snake on my feet, they rattle
And the bag only thing gettin' lasso'd
And I'm still goin' up like a ladder
And I'm still in the field like cattle
The Cadillac back on the road
We takin' Route 44
Just say what you need from the store
put some grits on the stove
Jiffy cornbread, booty corn-fed
Body rolls at the rodeo, I'm coming home, ooh
Ridin' through just to put my eyes on you
You are the superstar, everybody drivin' 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
We've come a long way from the rough ride
From the railroads to the rodeo, sweet country home
This for my, this for my
She gone
Ride for your cowboy
And throw 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
Stuck in me all night
Honey hey
Hey ooh
Honey yeah
Ay taste like
Honey ay
taste like
Honey ay
Ay
Think of my
Buckin' buckin'
Buckin' whoa
Buckin' buckin'
Buckin' like a mechanical bull
Buckin' buckin'
Buckin' whoa
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
Dinin' on farce
Buckin' buckin'
Whoa
Buckin' buckin'
A good night, whoa, yeah
Your patience is thin your hormones is right at the rim
You was just goin' in, fuck it, do it again
A-O-T-Y, 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 the 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 stomp down when we
Buckin' buckin'
Buckin' whoa
Buckin' buckin'
Buckin' like a mechanical bull
Buckin' buckin'
Buckin' whoa
Buckin' buckin'
A good night flow where the money is full
Look at that horse, look at that horse
Look at that horse
Pretty as hell, au naturale
Dinin' on farce
buckin', whoa
Buckin', buckin'
They yankin' your chain
Promisin' things that they can't
You the man at the bank?
Is you is or you ain't?
Hit the runway, I'm late
Pop 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 the spin
Ain't no top, feel the wind on my skin, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Buckin', whoa
Buckin', buckin'
Buckin' like a mechanical bull
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