Heisman Part 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ahh!
b*tch, it's T-Raw, blood on my paws
Big booty chick back a n*gga to the wall
Never get involved, murder every bar
sh*t so illegal, need a green card
Different cars, different from y'all
I work hard, you work at the mall
Pass a b*tch off like my n*gga John Wall
f*ck her in the dark, gimme the light, Sean Paul
(Yeahhh), b*tch I do this sh*t
Cooler than a motherf*cking penguin limp
& my b*tch pus*y fire gotta extinguish it, Lebron James & sh*t
Got heat super freak Rick James ya b*tch, leave a stain & sh*t
On ya couch in ya house like Brother Man
Hanging like Mr. Cooper Hahn

[Chorus: Tyga]
Posing, Heisman
Posing, Heisman
Posing, Heisman

[Verse 2: Honey C]
Yo, got a Asian b*tch on my left side
Another Asian b*tch, right, right side
They might send your ass off to the next side
b*tch hold your damn breath cause you might die
Gotta group of bad b*tches 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*t
[Type of stuff] and make them feel like alcohol and [gold] and sh*t
Hold the b*tch, just sold the b*tch, 'f*ck you pay me' is what I told the b*tch
You can't walk or talk, I own you b*tch
Please don't make me hot, I'm the coldest b*tch (agh)
[Chorus: Tyga]
Posing, Heisman

[Verse 3: 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) 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*t, loose bowels
Wow, Laughing, did I say that out loud?
n*gga getting busy like I work downtown
On to the next if she don't f*ck right now (right now)
Harder than a pipe, can't pipe down
What you n*ggas talking about?
Man I'm what your b*tch is talking about
Two months then the album out
Careless World drop, pewm, then I'm out

[Chorus: Tyga]
Posing, Heisman

[Verse 4: Honey C]
If a b*tch f*ck 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 jewels, 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 sl*t, I just boxed a ho
You tryna pass me b*tch? It ain't possible, nah
I'm cool as f*ck, I suggest you dress for the weather b*tch
It's whatever sh*t, whenever b*tch
What a whore to a queen? Whatever b*tch
I crop a kid, it's a hot to sh*t
Some Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada sh*t
Tell them eat a di*k, you ain't nada b*tch
Find me at the club where my partners is
(Swag, Be-Betch)
[Chorus: Tyga]
Posing, Heisman

[Outro: Tyga]
(b*tch I'm the sh*t)