Heisman lyrics

by

Kurupt


[Verse 1: Honey C]
b*tch, I’m Honey Cocaine bout to bring in some pain
All my haters like a choir they all singing my name
Ain't got a heart for a broad thats the rule of the game
Now you a fool if you aim, I’ll put a tool to ya brain
I’m bout to get it, then spend it if I said it I meant it
f*ck your feelings, taste my weapons act like a b*tch I’ll erase yo blessings yo
You are not familiar with me if you caught makin a move b*tch your visitor is me

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ahh, its that drop top Phantom chop all gold Rolly clock
f*ck yo fans, f*ck a cop all my b*tches Betty bops
Betty Boop tittys out gangsta sh*t punch you in yo mouth
n*gga I dont know what you talkin bout
Flossin now you need denist now auugh
f*ck around and Rodney King the beat ’bout that war like Vietnemese
Feeling froggy n*gga leap, Im that n*gga, you obselete
I’m in the game you know P-T, R-E-C my swa-a-g
Only way you copying me n*gga

[Verse 3: Honey C]
Asian b*tch on another degree
Give me some space move off my place b*tch I’m just trynna breathe
Now if you see me around your ways dont holla at me
I just can't waste all my time cause I be eating these beats
Listen you rats here just a count for me you ain't me homie you just act like me
Well you should watch your actions please cause there might be some casualties (auugh)
They about to witness it, last kings but Im still on my queen sh*t (schwag)
[Verse 4: Tyga]
Aim at yo membrane just for saying im insane and yo girl give me neck
Hang man I ain't playing I never did lie lay around and open yo thighs
n*gga gone pop like fish gone fry, n*ggas talking greasy like the sh*t gone slide
Wow high 5 slap yo face, change yo disguise
I work hard for the money, money dont never come in yo life
A bast*rd right when you lie everybody wanna be just like
Middle finger to the middle of yo eyes, young young ty T-Raww need a heisman AUGH!
Honey Cocaine!
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