Lyrics of Heisman (part 2)

Honey Cocaine

(tyga)
Bitch its t-raw.
Blood on my paws.
Big booty chick.
Back a nigga to the wall.
Never get invovled.
Murder every bar.
Shit so illegal.
Need a green card.
Different cars, different from yall.
I work hard.
You work at the mall.
Pass a bitch off like my nigga john wall.
Fuck her ina dark.
Gimme the light, sean paul.
Yeaaaaaaah.
Bitch i do this shit.
Cooler than a muthafucking peguin lip.
And my bitch pussy fire.
Gotta extinguish it.
Lebron james &shit.
Got heat. super freak.
Rick james ya bitch.
Leave a stain &shit.
On ya couch. in ya house like brotherman.
Hanging like mr.cooper hand(hand).

Posin, heisman.
Posin, heisman.
Posin, heisman.

(honey cocaine)
Yo,
Gotta asian bitch on my left side.
'notha asian bitch right-right side.
They might send ya ass off to the next side.
Bitch hold ya damn breathe cause ya might die.
Got a group of bad bitches and i feel good.
Oh you hungry?
Too bad cause my meals good.
And i shouldn't be a broad yet i still would.
But i ain't try to be bad cause the deals good. yeah.
Now look i got the urge
You feed em off some gold &shit.
Type of stuff to make 'em feel like alcohol & gold & shit.
Hold a bitch.
Just sold a bitch.
"fuck you, pay me" is what i told the bitch.
You cant walk or talk.
I own ya bitch.
Please dont make me hot im the coldest bitch. ahhh!

Posin, heisman
Posin, heisman
Posin, heisman

(tyga)
Weellll,
Running from the cops.
Boy born to kill.
Hand me the lock,
Bring it to ya front door.
Doorbell.
Knock knock, who there?
Houdini disappear.
Got green, john deere.
More green, paul pierce.
Amazing with a shot
You my son, i adopt
Dot dot, pacman.
Thats for opening yo mouth.
Bust a nut.
Kick her out lit a cigarette now.
Put the cigarette down.
Im the shit, loose bowels.
Laughing and i said it out loud.
Nigga getting busy like i work downtown.
On to the next if she dont fuck right now.
Harder than a pipe
Cant pipe down.
Whatchu niggas talking bout?
Man, im what yo bitch talking bout.
Two months then a album out.
Careless world drop.
*poof poof*
Then im out.

Posin, heisman.
Posin, heisman.
Posin, heisman.

(honey cocaine)
If a bitch fuck around, i might go off
My advice is you better get it on the go
You cant shop at the mall, but i buy out the stores
I got a box of jewels, 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 slut, i just boxed a hoe
You tried to pass me bitch, it ain't possible, nah
I'm cool as fuck, i suggest you dress for the weather bitch
This forever shit, one never bitch
What's a whore to a queen? whatever bitch!
I crop a kid, it's a hot to shit
Its some gucci, louis, fendi, prada shit
Tell them eat a dick, you ain't not a bitch
Find me at the club where my partners is
Schwagg, b-bitch
Posin, heisman.
Poisn, heisman.
Posin, heisman.