Heisman Pt2 Lyrics - Honey Cocaine

[Tyga:] 

Bitch, it's T-Raww, blood on my paws 

Big booty chick back a nigga to the wall 

Never get involved, murder every bar 

Shit so illegal, get a green card 

Different cause, different from y'all 

I work hard, you work at the mall 

Pass a bitch off like my nigga John Wall 

Fuck in the dark, gimme the light, Sean Paul 

Yeahhhhh, bitch I do this shit 

Cooler than a motherfucking penguin lip 

And my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit 

Got heat super freak Rick James ya bitch, leave a stain & shit 

On ya couch in ya house like brotherman 

Hanging like Mr. Cooper hand 

[Chorus: x3] 

Posing, Heisman 

[Honey Cocaine:] 

Yo, got a Asian bitch on my left side 

Another Asian bitch, right, right side 

They might send your ass off to the next side 

Bitch hold your damn breath cause you might die 

Gotta group of bad bitches and I feel good 

Oh your hungry? Too bad cause my meals good 

And I shouldn't beat a broad, but I still would 

But I don't try and be bad cause the deals good 

Yeah, now look I got that urge to feed them off some gold and shit 

Type of stuff to make them feel like alcohol and gold and shit 

Hold the bitch, just sold the bitch, fuck you pay me is what I told the bitch 

Can't walk or talk cause I own you bitch 

Please don't make me hot, I'm the coldest bitch (agh) 

[Chorus: x3] 

Posing, Heisman 

[Tyga:] 

Well, running from the cop, boy born to kill 

Hand me the lock, bring it to your front door, doorbell 

Knock knock, who there? Houdini dissappear 

Got green, John Deere. More green, Paul Pierce 

(Agh) amazin with the shot, you my son, now your a dop, dot dot 

Pacman, that's for opening your mouth 

Bust a nut, kick her out, lit a cigarrette now 

Put the cigarette down, I'm the shit, loose bowels 

Wow, Laughing, did I say that out loud? 

Nigga getting busy like I work downtown 

On to the next if she don't fuck right now (right now) 

Harder than a pipe, can't pipe down 

What you niggas talking about? 

Man I'm what your bitch is talking about 

Two months then the album out 

Carelessworld drop, pewm, then I'm out. 

[Chorus: x3] 

Posing, Heisman 

[Honey Cocaine:] 

If a bitch fuck around, I might go off 

My advice is you better get dawn to go 

You cannot shop at the mall, but I buy out the stores 

I got a box of jewels, I call it pot of gold 

Call the cops to go, as my pockets grow 

Get the chains and the rings and the watches, bro 

And I boxed a slut, I just boxed a hoe 

You tried to pass me bitch, it ain't possible, nah 

I'm cool as fuck, I suggest you dress for the weather bitch 

Is forever shit, one never bitch 

What's a whore to a queen? Whatever bitch! 

I crop a kid, it's a hot to shit 

It's some gucci, Louis, fendi, Prada shit 

Tell them eat a dick, you ain't not a bitch 

Find me in the club where my partners is 

(Schwagg, BITCH!)