Honey Cocaine - Heisman (Part 2) lyrics

[Tyga] b**h, it's T-Raww, blood on my paws Big booty chick back a n***a to the wall Never get involved, murder every bar sh** so illegal, get a green card Different cars, different from y'all I work hard, you work at the mall Pa** a b**h off like my n***a John Wall f** her in the dark, gimme the light, Sean Paul Yeah, b**h I do this sh** Colder than a motherf**ing penguin lip And my b**h p**y fire gotta extinguish sh**, Lebron James and sh** Got heat super freak Rick James ya b**h, leave a stain and sh** On ya couch in ya house like brotherman Hanging like Mr. Cooper hand, damn. [Chorus] Posing, Heisman [x3] [Honey Cocaine] Yo, got a Asian b**h on my left side Another Asian b**h, right, right side They might send your a** off to the next side b**h hold your damn breath 'cause you might die Got a group of bad b**hes and I feel good Oh you're hungry? Too bad 'cause my meal's good And I shouldn't beat a broad, yet I still would But I don't tryna be bad 'cause the deals good Yeah, now look I got the urge to feed them off some doggy sh** Type of stuff to make them feel like alcohol and potent sh** Hold the b**h, just sold the b**h, f** you pay me is what I told the b**h You can't walk or talk, I own you b**h Please don't make me hot, I'm the coldest b**h (agh) [Chorus] Posing, Heisman [x3] [Tyga] Well, running from the cop, boy born to k** Hand me the lock, bring it to your front door, doorbell Knock knock, who there? Houdini disappear Got green, John Deere. More green, Paul Pierce Amazing win shot, you my son, I adopt, dop dop Pacman, that's for opening your mouth Bust a nut, kick her out, lit a cigarette now Put the cigarette down, I'm the sh**, loose bowels Wow, Laughing, did I say that out loud? n***a getting busy like I work downtown On to the next if she don't f** right now (right now) Harder than a pipe, can't pipe down What you n***as talking about? Man I'm what your b**h is talking about Two months then an album out Careless world drop, pewm, then I'm out. [Chorus] Posing, Heisman [x3] [Honey Cocaine] If a b**h f** around, I might go off My advice is you better get down to go You came to shop at the mall, but I bought the stores I got a box of j**els, 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 s*ut, I just boxed a hoe You tryna pa** me b**h? It ain't possible, nah Cool as f**, I suggest you dress for the weather b**h Is forever sh**, whenever b**h What's a who*e to a queen? Whatever b**h! I crop a kid, it's a hot to sh** Its some Gucci, Louis, fendi, Prada sh** Tell them eat a dick, you ain't not a b**h Find me in the club where my partners is (Schwagg, B-b*tch!) [Chorus] Posing, Heisman [x3] (b**h I'm The sh**)