Tyga - Heisman Part 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyga] Ahh! b**h, it's T-Raw, blood on my paws Big booty chick back a n***a to the wall Never get involved, murder every bar sh** so illegal, need 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 (Yeahhh), b**h I do this sh** Cooler than a motherf**ing penguin limp & my b**h p**y fire gotta extinguish it, Lebron James & sh** Got heat super freak Rick James ya b**h, leave a stain & sh** On ya couch in ya house like Brother Man Hanging like Mr. Cooper Hahn [Hook: Tyga] Posing, Heisman [x3] [Verse 2: 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 Gotta group of bad b**hes and I feel good Oh your hungry? Too bad cause my meals good And I shouldn't beat a broad, yet I still would But I won't try and be bad, cause the deal's good Yeah, now look I got that urge to feed them off some gold and sh** [Type of stuff] and make them feel like alcohol and [gold] and 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) [Hook: Tyga] [Verse 3: 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 dissappear Got green, John Deere. More green, Paul Pierce (agh) Amazing with the shot, you my son, I adopt dot dot Pac-Man, that's for opening your mouth Bust a nut, kick her out, lit a cigarrette 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 the album out Careless World drop, pewm, then I'm out [Hook: Tyga] [Verse 4: Honey Cocaine] If a b**h f** around, I'mma go off My advice is she better get on the 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 Got the cop to go, as my pockets grow Check the chains and the rings and the watches bro And I boxed a s*ut, I just boxed a ho You tryna pa** me b**h? It ain't possible, nah I'm cool as f**, I suggest you dress for the weather b**h It's whatever sh**, whenever b**h What a who*e to a queen? Whatever b**h I crop a kid, it's a hot to sh** Some Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada sh** Tell them eat a dick, you ain't nada b**h Find me at the club where my partners is (Swag, Be-Betch) [Hook: Tyga] (b**h I'm the sh**)