King Company - Tyga feat Honey Cocaine
[Verse 1: Honey C_caine]
Yellow b_tch wear gold jewels
New b_tch, drive old school
Them b_tches hate like, "Who you?"
You ain't sh_t, you boo-boo
I gets mine and take yours
Sh_tting what I made for
Touring, b_tch, I give it dawg
Tell her that I said, "I did it, dawg"
Yellow b_tch, all night
Yellow b_tch, all right
Yellow b_tch, I does my thang
All the homies say why
I know, I know, I know your n_gga love to sing my songs, b_tch
If you f_cking with me, then you f_cking with the wrong b_tch
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
He 'bout it, 'bout it
He hit it, hit it
Can't live without it, 'out it
I'm in this dawg, treat that rap like it's my job
When my brahs f_ck the cops, thirsty b_tches acting pause
Don't be moving like you and I was friends or something
Cause I'm just doing me, rapping trying to spit something
I don't know you brah
S_ck my clit, I don't owe you brahs
Dark skin b_tch with the golden hair
Honey C_caine to the f_cking world, hey
[Verse 2: Tyga]
F_ck the world, came and gave her a baby
My car do 180, I'm losing sperm, I'm faded
Your girl ejaculate me, I'm horse riding that anal
This crazy sh_t I be saying insane, I'm Charles Manson
This motherf_cker ain't landing
I'm landing on b_tches' panties
That lambskin in the Lambo
Shoot up your leg, now you can't stand me (ha)
Pop up, pop up on you with cars you've seen in cartoons
I'm like f-f-f-f_ck you, cause you, ain't got nothing to lose
Funny, Adam Sandler
I cover my back with mammals
They judge me, don't need a panel
You gossip too much; E channel
W-w-why you all up on me?
I thought I told you don't call me
My cousins, they see me shining
Now they're all begging for diamonds
I, I'm just good with this rhyming
Rolex, that's perfect timing
Might change my name to Muhammad
Like Ali, she call me Papi (ah)
Don't want more problems
I just want more money
Two house bunnies to keep the king company (ha)
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