HONEY COCAINE – Young Dreamer

Can you hear me? Young Dreamer. Listen to me

I was a real youngin’ with a fake ID.
I had dreams of buyin’ ice and em’ play my heat.
Them real troppas drop, but they ain’t like me.
I was broke feelin’ like the world hates my dreams.
A dollar and my destiny is all I got.
I’m from Oak Toronto where the block is hot.
A kid from the ghetto is what I always thought like I ain’t never gone be all the things I’m not.
Wow, I guess is was faith of minority.
Now who fucking with the young and the majority?
To the haters I’m just trynna let my story free.
So, if you hatin’ and I’m sorry I ain’t sorry G.
To the homies who I live by crime.
I pray to God you don’t die doing time.
My niggas telling me I’m missin the scene cuz a youngin can’t help but dream.

Young dreamer. Young Dreamer. Young dreamer keep dremin.
Young dreamer stay alive. Young dreamer don’t die.
Can you see all this go? All that go?

What a poor kid with a heart of wealth.
A brain of the genius I made myself.
Well, it wasn’t hard to tell.
The rap shit is easy I swear to my health.
I better die if I lie today.
I live the truth too respect my ways.
To all my homies at the set, I pray.
Just feel a youngin and the shit I say.
I know I got something now, but you know what I used to have nothing, wow.
And you ain’t got to rap to win.
You just lose all your acts of sin.
Cause we blessed nigga.
It’s a test nigga.
Verse gets worse just do your best nigga.
To all the youth of the world with their dreams stolen.
Just stay tryin’ just try cuz your dream’s golden.
Close your demons, keep your dreams open.
I miss the homies, but a G has spoken.

Young dreamer. Young Dreamer.
Young dreamer keep dremin.
Young dreamer stay alive.
Young dreamer don’t die.
Can you see all this go? All that go?

Get educated. Sunny diamonds.

HONEY COCAINE – Yo Own Thang

[Chorus:]
Can’t tell me shit, cause I don’t care bitch
All them things mine, I won’t share bitch
Cocaine crew, we the gold gang
Homie you ain’t got money, do ya own thang
Augh, augh
Do ya own thang
Homie you ain’t got money, do ya own thang
Schwag, schwag
Do ya thang thang
Homie you ain’t got money, do ya own thang bitch.

[Verse 1:]
Yea I’m Honey bitch, and I’m LK
If the money evil fuck it, I guess hell pays
My bitches sell weight, said the money got height
Bitch I got jewels like the yellow homies got rice
But all my clothes right, so them bitches acting wrong
What is seems like, I’m living through my songs
A group of niggas acting groupie tryna fuck me tho
But I’m bout the lyrics so I just can’t do it, fuck it bro
F-f-fuck you let’s go
Bitch I’m a queen what I look like
Homie you feen what it brook right
Tell yo bitch clean and cook rice
You shooting dirty but it yo schwag
I tell em fuck yo feelings cause I’m feeling good I don’t feel bad

[Chorus:]
Can’t tell me shit, cause I don’t care bitch
All them things mine, I won’t share bitch
Cocaine crew, we the gold gang
Homie you ain’t got money, do ya own thang
Augh, augh
Do ya own thang
Homie you ain’t got money, do ya own thang
Schwag, schwag
Do ya thang thang
Homie you ain’t got money, do ya own thang bitch.

[Verse 2:]
Fuck the cops, tell em fuck off with they fuck shit
Don’t try to test your luck kid, can be mean and cut kid
Suck dick, it’s going down for the t dot
Rappers acting cold with a team, but bitch we hot
They be malicious but it’s the first queen, last kings
Ya’ll won’t reply to a request cause bitches asking
Shh… they say I’m ghost than a motherfucker
Tell these broads to ketchup, cause my bitches all mustard
Yo bitch we all fucked her, now she feel like Jesus do
And these bitches fucking with me, just like a penis do
Look bitch I been a boss, fuck what you pussies heard
Shit all these bitches on my clit, making my pussy hurt.
Schawg.

[Chorus:]
Can’t tell me shit, cause I don’t care bitch
All them things mine, I won’t share bitch
Cocaine crew, we the gold gang
Homie you ain’t got money, do ya own thang
Augh, augh
Do ya own thang
Homie you ain’t got money, do ya own thang
Schwag, schwag
Do ya thang thang
Homie you ain’t got money, do ya own thang bitch.

[Verse 3:]
Fuck a broke bitch, broke bitch. Do ya own thang bitch [x4]
Cause you broke bitch, broke bitch
Do ya own thang bitch
Yeah you broke bitch, broke bitch
Do ya own thang bitch
Now you broke bitch, broke bitch
Fuck a broke bitch, broke bitch
Haa!

[Chorus:]
Can’t tell me shit, cause I don’t care bitch
All them things mine, I won’t share bitch
Cocaine crew, we the gold gang
Homie you ain’t got money, do ya own thang
Augh, augh
Do ya own thang
Homie you ain’t got money, do ya own thang
Schwag, schwag
Do ya thang thang
Homie you ain’t got money, do ya own thang bitch.

Bitch [fades out]

HONEY COCAINE – Yellow Bitch

[Chorus:]
Yellow bitch (yellow, schwag, yellow)
Yellow bitch (schwag, schwag)
I’m the yellow bitch (yellow, schwag, yellow)
Yellow bitch (schwag, schwag)
Yellow bitch (yellow, schwag, yellow)
Yellow bitch (schwag, schwag)
I’m the yellow bitch (yellow, schawg, yellow)
(Yo yo yo yo)
Now now now tell yo bitch

Yellow jewelry gold my turn yellow spin
Check the yellow swag, group of yellow friends
H-H-Honey Cocaine I’m they on
And your favorite rappers at it, do a bitch, tell a friend
Tell em again organ asian, ain’t like these broads wit some boring flavors
Now I’mma send this horn in hater
Yellow bitch, that’s me, love all the paper

[Chorus:]
Yellow bitch (yellow, schwag, yellow)
Yellow bitch (schwag, schwag)
I’m the yellow bitch (yellow, schwag, yellow)
Yellow bitch (schwag, schwag)
Yellow bitch (yellow, schwag, yellow)
Yellow bitch (schwag, schwag)
I’m the yellow bitch (yellow, schawg, yellow)
Now now now tell yo bitch

Fuck the media, fuck the system
I never gave a fuck, so fuck bitchin’
Shit I always been the bitch broads dissin’
I take a bitch like now a group of broads missin’
Uh oh! Who would think about it?
Pretty yellow bitch
I rap now sing about it
The game ugly, homie I done been about it
T dot killa is a me, I done been around it

[Chorus:]
Yellow bitch (yellow, schwag, yellow)
Yellow bitch (schwag, schwag)
I’m the yellow bitch (yellow, schwag, yellow)
Yellow bitch (schwag, schwag)
Yellow bitch (yellow, schwag, yellow)
Yellow bitch (schwag, schwag)
I’m the yellow bitch (yellow, schawg, yellow)
Now now now tell yo bitch

All about the fame now, the bitch know me
She try to sleep and I beat her like she on me
Homie, always been real real lonely
Never wit a fake bitch, I rather be lonely
Couple fake broads all try to debt me
Yo pay, my pleasure, don’t tempt me, ha!
Yo bitches fuel and I’m empty
So I’mma get it till I get fucked, you get me

[Chorus:]
Yellow bitch (yellow, schwag, yellow)
Yellow bitch (schwag, schwag)
I’m the yellow bitch (yellow, schwag, yellow)
Yellow bitch (schwag, schwag)
Yellow bitch (yellow, schwag, yellow)
Yellow bitch (schwag, schwag)
I’m the yellow bitch (yellow, schawg, yellow)
Now now now tell yo bitch

(Schwag, Schwag, Schwag, Schwag) [fades out]

HONEY COCAINE feat. Tyga – Who Shot Me

[REPORTER 1:]
Good morning Erin

[REPORTER 2:]
Good morning John,
we are keeping track of Tyga’s twitter page this morning,
now it shows that one of the people shot was rapper, Honey Cocaine,
shes 19-years old, now the police say she was shot in the arm,
right now there are no arrests all police are saying is that the suspects were driving a black Ford Torres

[Honey Cocaine:]
Uh, Yo,
Who shot ya,
said the motherfucking doctor,
shit I don’t know just touring with my partner,
they got the story mixed n’shit,
with they own versions of different shit, uh,
the same night I prayed to God,
just thanking the holy father he made a star n’shit,
a youngin still ain’t out,
but let me thank destiny I’m still alive so

[Hook:]
One time,
’cause a youngin still alive,
two times,
’cause a youngin ain’t die,
three times,
’cause fate had my side
Thank God, Thank God, Thank God
One time,
’cause a youngin still alive,
two times,
for the angel on my side,
three times,
’cause fate had my side,
Thank God, Thank God, Thank God

Just another show at the venue,
ordering a meal from the menu,
promoters got they info-mess,
telling other artist they part of our set, damn,
I ain’t tryna disrespect,
I’ma artist myself I’m just tryna be next, still,
we was tryna get shit done,
while they getting pressed and we ain’t no nun,
T-Raw hit the stage, and the crowd was tuned,
as I made my way to the dressing room,
rehearsing and practicing til I was so,
then it was my turn and the outfit go,
Heisman One, Heisman Two,
surprised all the people ‘Too Pussy To’,
showing the fans love,
and then I said peace,
still it’s a reason I ain’t do meet and greets in the state

[Hook:]
One time,
’cause a youngin still alive,
two times,
’cause a youngin ain’t die,
three times,
’cause fate had my side
Thank God, Thank God, Thank God
One time,
’cause a youngin still alive,
two times,
for the angel on my side,
three times,
’cause fate had my side,
Thank God, Thank God, Thank God

We got in the car,
we was ‘Waiting Outside’,
T-Raw still on,
it was almost off time, work
he was ’bout to spit ‘Rack City’ bitch,
then the homies who was pissed, tried to throw shit,
fuck, T-Raw wasn’t with it
just ‘WorldStar’ the homie, you’ll see how we did it, damn

[Tyga:]
I don’t give a fuck who threw it?
you threw it? you threw it?
you did throw it nigga, why you lying nigga?
you threw it?
Alright see me outside my nigga
I don’t give a fuck

[Honey Cocaine:]
I ain’t had a clue ’bout them guys,
but I was being watched ’cause I felt the vibe,
all day, and it grew with time,
and T-Raw had a car and it looked like mine,
ain’t it fucked up?
green light changed red
ain’t it fucked up?
it’s one car next to us
ain’t it fucked up?
how the streets got dark
ain’t it fucked up?
15 through the car
ain’t it fucked up?
we all got down,
smelling my own blood, waiting for a sound,
ain’t feeling shit I was numb, shocked then paralyzed, one from the gun,
bullets through the tires, stuck at the block,
listening to the screaming, then I felt God….
doctor said I was fine, it was just fate ’cause it wasn’t my time,
uh, doctor said I was fine, it was just fate ’cause it wasn’t my time,
God Bless

[Hook:]
One time,
’cause a youngin still alive,
two times,
’cause a youngin ain’t die,
three times,
’cause fate had my side
Thank God, Thank God, Thank God
One time,
’cause a youngin still alive,
two times,
for the angel on my side,
three times,
’cause fate had my side,
Thank God, Thank God, Thank God

uh,
shout-out to The Audibles

yeah,
90s gold baby,

Honey Cocaine bitch,

who shot ya, who shot ya,

who shot ya, who shot ya

HONEY COCAINE – Waiting Outside

[Chorus:]
Real bitches do stuff, fake bitches say shit
Real bitches do stuff, fake bitches say shit
Real bitches do stuff, fake bitches say shit
Real

[Verse 1:]
They can’t play games, homie I don’t work with them
I always get it done and never get to work with them
Right, you’re fucking with me, I’m the wrong one
Strong one, and I go off like I’m on one

Cos it’s [?] coming and I ain’t fucking
Bitches hating on me but fuck it, I still love ‘em
It’s true I’m the queen bitch, numbers ain’t lying
This spell make a bitch feel like chill without trying

[Pre-chorus:]
If you’re looking for me homie I’ll be waiting outside
If you’re looking for me homie I’ll be waiting outside
If you’re looking for me homie I’ll be waiting outside
Fuck your life, homie, you about to die

[Chorus:]
Real bitches do stuff, fake bitches say shit
Real bitches do stuff, fake bitches say shit
Real bitches do stuff, fake bitches say shit
Real bitches do stuff, fake bitches say shit

[Verse 2:]
I give a bitch something and take her ass home
I’m just a teen but I live like I’m outgrown
I’m from the [?] bitch, you ain’t tryna die yet
Now all the fame things and groupies what I’m tryna get

Fuck, just so my kids ain’t hungry
And my kid’s, kid’s, kid’s, kid’s, kid’s got money
You a bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch and you’re fake
A real bitch never cares cuz she always got it made, ah

[Pre-chorus:]
If you’re looking for me homie I’ll be waiting outside
If you’re looking for me homie I’ll be waiting outside
If you’re looking for me homie I’ll be waiting outside
Fuck your life, homie, you about to die

[Chorus:]
Real bitches do stuff, fake bitches say shit
Real bitches do stuff, fake bitches say shit
Real bitches do stuff, fake bitches say shit
Real bitches do stuff, fake bitches say shit

Real bitches do stuff, fake bitches say shit
Real bitches do stuff, fake bitches say shit
Real bitches do stuff, fake bitches say shit
Real

HONEY COCAINE – Too Pussy To

Fuck yo feelings bitch. Hahaha

[Hook:]
I do the shit these bitches is too pussy to
I do the shit these bitches is too pussy to
I do the shit these bitches is too pussy to
You too pussy to, you too pussy to
I do the shit these bitches is too pussy to
I do the shit these bitches is too pussy to
I do the shit these bitches is too pussy to
You too pussy to, you too pussy to

I ain’t never been a pussy, I tell ya just what the deal is
These bitches always been some idiots and they still is
If you ain’t feel this, then homie it’s a sign then
You ain’t fuckin’ with me bitch, I ain’t got the time then
I’m gettin’ mine, frown, what yo ass waitin’ fo’
I tell these haters hatin’ Honey ain’t the way to go
And fuck up a real bitch, I’m from Gold Gang
You ain’t get it od, I’m the cocaine

[Hook]

I ain’t never been fake, yo it’s always been a hundred kid
These bitches call me mama, cause I ain’t a son of bitch
So get the fuck up, or bitch make your way down
I’m 19 the game lookin’ like my playground
Me and the homies got the money to the ceiling
All the schwag with’ a feelin’, cause a bitch try stealin’, I came here to make a killin’
What the fuck ya ass know?
Been ghost, wait there my ass go, ass go
Bitches waitin’ for me, been waitin’ for me
Them bitches waitin’ for me, been waitin’ for me
Bitches waitin’ for me, been waitin’ for me
Them bitches waitin’ for me, been waitin’ for me

[Hook]

Honey Cocaine bitch, 416

Schwag, Schwag, Schwag!

HONEY COCAINE – T.O. Gold (Freestyle)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, Sunny diamonds uh honey cocaine bitch
It’s that 90’s Gold baby 416 Tdot uh 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Why you acting like a G my ninja with yo bitch made ass get A for Dina, my goons from the finch, my goons from the Jane the click clack clang bang braap ya brain shit shout outs to the GTA 416 the Toronto way uh I know kids from the palace who will rob your lunch eat it in yo face ya know the down bottom red the up top blue 31 division Tryna get the crew why cause its eat food season you can get bodied without reason, just spoke to the homie mista Rasta 100 goons posted at the plaza damn the gyal dem thugs too all yelling fuck you and they selling drugs too but you done gwan like them crazy they haffi have di ting pon di Jane street its people walking but nobody talking you say the wrong thing we send ya body off, now why you speaking to the cops you speak to me you speaking to a boss Imma show you what the streets like all these kids killing just to eat right love for the west and the east south side north side Tdot streets word just a Tdot set and wherever I’m at I Tdot rep so on a die it’s a Tdot death to all the homies rapping they know Tdots next honey cocaine bitch fuck who you with 90’s gold thang and they love how I do it.

HONEY COCAINE – Making Me High

Honey Cocaine bitch. Young goddest, 416. This that 90s Gold baby Uh

[Verse 1]
I can’t promise I’ma treat you right,
But lemme show what I got for you to eat tonight, HA!
Fuck, Fuck..tryna sleep tonight.
Spend time not money it’s a cheaper price.
Still to them my car expensive, & the house not to mention.
So lemme ask this question, did I get your attention cus….

[Chorus]
You make my tempature rise, (ya yo ya yo yo)
You make my tempature rise, (ya yo ya yo yo)
I – I – I get so high high high [x8]

[Verse 2]
I’ma, I’ma try not to treat you wrong,
But all the pretty guys love me & they love my songs, Ha!
Maybe he’s a chooser to blond,
Or just the damage I be doing to these songs? I don’t know!
Still that shit ain’t relevant, you need the dream & I’m selling it
So when I’m throwin’ you my sally, just
bring your fine ass where my telly is cus you…..

[Chorus]
You make my tempature rise, (ya yo ya yo yo)
You make my tempature rise, (ya yo ya yo yo)
I – I – I get so high high high [x8]

[Verse 3]
DAMN, I told you I wasn’t yo girl tho’,
So why you lettin’ all the whole world know,
But if tonight is still go,
I’m wearing some Chanel’ & a fur coat (YUP)
text me if you’re coming tonight,
We should sex, smoke a little, & screamin fuck the cops!
Shit I’m used to not having alot,
So I love them other guys like
I love the block but you…..

[Chorus]
You make my tempature rise, (ya yo ya yo yo)
You make my tempature rise, (ya yo ya yo yo)
I – I – I get so high high high [x8]

HONEY COCAINE – Love You Down

It never fucking mattered too much to me
That you was just always not enough for me
This why I be acting like you ain’t shit
But all my friends know it’s just how I get, I get, I get
Why you, why you, why you playin I’m workin and I’m prayin
That you get what I’m sayin and this is what I’m sayin
I’m meant for you, you’re meant for me
It’s ment for us we’re meant to be
God sent you me, you treating me like I’m your fucking enemy
She ain’t truth, she a lyin as bitch
Yeah she still the bitch you been spending time with
How you do me like, do me like I try to show you
I always do it for you and never fucking told you

I ain’t gone take off now
Till the death I’ll give you my life
I ain’t gone take off now
Till the death I’ll give you my life

It never fucking matter too much to me
That you was just always not enough for me
This why I be acting like you ain’t shit
But all my friends know it’s just how I get, I get, I get
Now you, now you, now you hurtin
Oh you know how I feel now
I know I be quiet but my broken heart is still loud
Shit is still loud, shit is still loud
I know I be quiet but my broken heart is still loud
I wish I never met you I always try to forget you
The time I used to text and sext you just so special
But you got love for another bitch
And I’ll be tryin to deal with some other shit

I ain’t gone take off now
Till the death I’ll give you my life
I ain’t gone take all night
Till the death take off now

I fucking hate love
90′s Gold baby
Sochitta Sal young goddess

HONEY COCAINE – Iunno You

Why You Callin Me
I Ain’t Got Time
Why You Callin Me (Uhh) [x2]

Now He Trynna Do Me
But I Ain’t Yo Girl
How You Actin Like You Knew Me [x2]

Iunno You Boy [x4]
(But I love you tho)

Well I Don’t Love No One Yeah I’m a Bitch For It
Cooler Than The Coolest Kid I Don’t Feel Shit For It (Ha!)
Cause A Bitch Tourin
Like Jeremy Lin You Know A Bitch Scoring
Eating Rap Bitches And It’s Been Borin
Shout Outs To The Groupies Cause They Been Whorin (Well)
They Just Have Fun G Tyga Got A Bitch In The Crib With A One Peice
Bitch We King And How You Feel Now
Niggas On The Coke Cause Honey Got A Deal Now
For Real Now The Queen’s Fuckin Busy
You Can Come To The Party But You Ain’t Going With Me

Why You Callin Me
I Ain’t Got Time
Why You Callin Me (Uhh) [x2]

Now He Trynna Do Me
But I Ain’t Yo Girl
How You Actin Like You Knew Me [x2]

Iunno You Boy [x4]
(But I love you tho)

Well I Don’t Love Em But I Don’t Hate Em
Fuck Actin Like A Care Cause I Don’t Rate Em
All These Guys Suicidal Cause The Coke Made Em
Lil Honey Ain’t A Bitch She Let The Coke Break Em (Uhh)
Fake Niggas I Ain’t Bout Bout Em
But They Fun What The Fuck I Do Without Em Out Em (Uhh)
So Fuck It Let’s Smoke Boo But I Ain’t Gon Love You ‘Member I Told You
Now I’m Chillin At Home & He Callin Me
Tell Him Wrong Number Like Excuse Me Pardon Me
Shit Was All Cool When I Meet Him
But The Next Time I Act Like I Forget Em (I’m An Asshole)

Why You Callin Me
I Ain’t Got Time
Why You Callin Me (Uhh) [x2]

Now He Trynna Do Me
But I Ain’t Yo Girl
How You Actin Like You Knew Me [x2]

Iunno You Boy [x4]
(But I love you tho)

[Talking:]
Hahaha
Fuckin Wit You
Ima Have To Change My Number
Hahaha
I’m Not Jokin Tho

HONEY COCAINE – In The Cut

[Chorus:]
Bitch I’m out catch me chillen in the cut
Me and my homies swag it out in the cut
It’s a party going down in the cut
You ain’t see me bitch I came to fuck it up

[Verse 1:]
Bitch I’m a problem attitude fuck you
Shit I ain’t waiting for the money I’m a cut through
Now fuck manage bruh I be like excuse you
Cause homie I ain’t like them bitches that you use to
This is just a sample bitch you getting for collides
You pussies bore my shit about to piss in stores
I give you a moment then I’m outty
Fix yoself bitch you ain’t know nunin about me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Yo
I’m in the cut just on some shit on my own
I Keep it 1 0 0 Bitch I’m takin it home
Get off my genitals I ain’t do nunin wrong
Cause I don’t care about fame I just the songs
So leme make tracks make raps
A penny is and ain’t crap
Gimmie a beat bitch, Drama [?] You can take that…
Shit just show me where the fuckin stage at
Cause when I get the mic gimmie, gimmie no take backs

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
Oh you jealous thou, is it cause I’m yellow bro [?]
Well fuck a slut you get cut is what I tell a ho

Oh you jealous thou, is it cause I’m yellow bro?
Well get out it’s my house bitch it’s time to go [?] [x2]

[Chorus]

HONEY COCAINE – Fuck Yo Feelings

[Hook:]
Ok, what the fuck you think this is?
I’m a smoke me and my weed
And bitch, I’m a drink that ish
Alcohol ’till I fuckin’ sleep!
First Queen, Last Kings, ho
Where da fuck you been bitch?
Finna do my thing, bro
When the fuck I feel tho, kid
Fuck yo feelings tho [x6]
Fuck ‘em [x4]

[Verse 1:]
Hello bitch. It’s the Yellow Bitch
I’m Honey Cocaine. Just tell yo bitch
I’m a steal yo bitch, feel yo bitch
And kill yo bitch and I mail her bits
We live for the game, shit gone change
LK bitch and we do this thang
You ain’t know the name well now you know
When I grow my fame I’ll move my name
Well it’s alota bitches hate
But the rest of them niggas love me
They say I’m fuckin with the devil
It hasn’t been that ugly, yea bitch
It’s no time for some privacy
But it’s time for the studio
And yo niggas ain’t even bother me

[Hook:]
Ok, what the fuck you think this is?
I’m a smoke me and my weed
And bitch, I’m a drink that ish
Alcohol ’till I fuckin’ sleep!
First Queen, Last Kings, ho
Where da fuck you been bitch?
Finna do my thing, bro
When the fuck I feel tho, kid
Fuck yo feelings tho [x6]
Fuck ‘em [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Introduce to the fuckin team bro
And I do dirty work for some clean gear
Ok some say I been ghost
Success is far but I been near
Throw you in the ash and it’s been clear
Fake friends they get all the blur
Gettin to the dough has been real
Now I feel like it’s my fuckin turn
Tyga told me get em
And I told him that I got em
The view from the top is awesome
But I made it from the bottom
So fuck them, I’m doin it
I’m a kid but I ain’t new to this
Sell tree wrap like she my bitch
And I ain’t fuckin through with it

[Hook:]
Ok, what the fuck you think this is?
I’m a smoke me and my weed
And bitch, I’m a drink that ish
Alcohol ’till I fuckin’ sleep!
First Queen, Last Kings, ho
Where da fuck you been bitch?
Finna do my thing, bro
When the fuck I feel tho, kid
Fuck yo feelings tho [x6]
Fuck ‘em [x4]
Fuck your feelings. Bitch

HONEY COCAINE – Feel Shit

[Hook:]
Feel shit, feel shit. Coola than the coolest bitch
Ion’ feel shit
Feel shit, feel shit. Coola than the coolest bitch
Ion’ feel shit

[Verse 1:]
Who the fuck is I? Who the fuck I be? Like who the fuck I are?
Bitch, I’m fuckin’ elite. I’m the queen of ya dreams ion’ fuckin’ compete
I got to sleep then I eat a rap, bitch! And repeat. Uh
Ya get deleted, if ya conceited. Bitch, I mean it, cause I’m a genius
I ain’t got time fo a muhfuckin’ penis
Gettin’ dirty money pockets I could not dream bitch
My PR callin’, ma lawyer next line. The boss just left, guess I’ll catch em’ next time
It’s my game shawty, you get to the next side
Test mine, I’m a make sure it’s a complex time
What I get, you will get through ya fantasy. I’m nothin’ but everything you bitches makin’ plans ta be
Idol. Prettier than models in they vanity, shoppin’, cause it is the meaning of insanity
Fuck my enemies and my hatin’ army, powerful around the world look just try to harm me
Right? Lemme clean the mirror a bit
I’m cooler than the coolest bitch Ion’ feel shit!

[Hook:]
Feel shit, feel shit. Coola than the coolest bitch
Ion’ feel shit
Feel shit, feel shit. Coola than the coolest bitch
Ion’ feel shit

[Verse 2:]
I don, like the laws. I don like em’ at all
You see the swagg and attitude is too fuckin’ raw
All citizens they don’t who ta call
Cause if the feds ain’t on they team then we be ready to brawl
It’s the MOB shit, yeah it’s the mafia. So try to cuff us, and we’ll coffin’ ya
Ion’ understand why ya schemin’ wes palm bruh, hesitate to chad and I’m a just get ta boxin’ ya’ll
Uh, warfare, I keep a circle can’t afford squares. Don’t come between us tell a hater it’s sword dare
Get it in and get it out and if a whore care, give em’ discipline or leave the game cause it’s 4 players
I’m a gold member, but it’s a cold tender. You ain’t know I’m a boss? I control weather!
Ya got weapons? Aim at me! I’m a go getter so better better call it quits cause it’s fo better
Uh, soft bitches get hurt, soft niggas get it worse come harder ya better work
The industry corrupt, and if you ain’t connected you ain’t gettin’ selected but you better expect it

[Hook:]
Feel shit, feel shit. Coola than the coolest bitch
Ion’ feel shit
Feel shit, feel shit. Coola than the coolest bitch
Ion’ feel shit

HONEY COCAINE – Dear Luv

[Tupac:]
“…and I feel like if you walk by a street and you was walkin’ on concrete and you saw a rose, growing outta concrete.
Even if it had messed up petals and it was a little to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete..”

[Honey Cocaine:]
As a yougin’ all I had was a dream
Rappin’ to myself as my mama used to scream
Papa getting violent and he beatin’ her again
They just feeling stressed ’cause they tryna pay the rent

Papa, you a G though you did wrong
Mama, you an angel ’cause you stayed strong
Papa, it’s alright, we have weak moments
Mama, you a soldier ’cause you keep holdin’

Uh
But some days, we ain’t have shit
And some nights, I was askin’
“Why we so poor, but my friends not?”
Just jealous of what my friends got

Uh
I was hungry and you fed me love
Damn, you gave me yours, it wasn’t enough
Yet, I took it all and without a praise
You made it feel like home and without a place
Workin’ like slaves, and I’m so sorry
Ungrateful for the things you done did for me
Comin’ home from school, disrespecting
Acting like I ain’t have blessings
Dear, Mama the council won’t get you
If you try to go, I won’t let you
A careless ass kid, but I’m tryna change it
I just need to tell you I appreciate it

[Tupac:]
“…and I feel like if you walk by a street and you was walkin’ on concrete and you saw a rose, growing outta concrete.
Even if it had messed up petals and it was a little.. you know, to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete..”

[Honey Cocaine:]
As a youngin’ all I had was a dream
You was my brother, my hero, my team
I was down for you, all you did was sell
I was growin’ up while you was in and out of jail
Waitin’ at the court room, all of us silent
You was never home, you was always so violent
How you think I felt when I visited the prison
Of where my brother at while my partner gone missin’
I was gone dissin’, but I was just hurt
From all those nights, those fights, those words
Shit, we used to argue all the time, I hated you
And witnessing your drug dealin’ and I hated, too
It was my birthday and then some next shit
All them times, you just got your ass arrested
Family stressin’, I’m surprised you ain’t dead
From a life of a crime, and that war with the FEDS
Have you thought ’bout what you put me through? HUH?
And all the things I had to do for you
Like deal with the people who spoke your name
Like this bitch who disrespected you, I broke her frame
But it’s okay, I’m your baby sis
And some day I just may be rich
And I got you, I ain’t gotta say it
I just wanted you to tell me you appreciate it

[Tupac:]
“…and I feel like if you walk by a street and you was walkin’ on concrete and you saw a rose, growing outta concrete.
Even if it had messed up petals and it was a little.. you know, to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete..”

HONEY COCAINE – Clique (Freestyle)

OH shit one more time. Shit are you recording? Alright just bring it back. Ok.

Yea, young goddess Honey Cocaine Bitch! Listen, ok…
Ain’t no bitches fuckin with my
Clique Clique clique clique clique.
Ain’t no bitches fresher than my motha fuckin
Clique Clique clique clique clique!
As I look around they don’t do it like my
Clique Clique clique clique clique!
And listen to my nigga bitch, you betta suck the … betta suck the… betta suck the…

All these jewels makin bitches think I sell gold.
All my bitches wearing jordan and chanel clothes.
What you smell bitch is mutha fuckin flower bomb.
This your car this your plane this your shower song.
Beamer and a benz, it’s easy enough to spend.
Bitch imma cop that dent and smoke weed with my friends.
Then we Xbox and I’m dead ass, tell em all I’m bad ass.
Tour bus gotta show per pole. and I bet these bitches gon’ spread ass.

Drinkin all night sleepin all day.
I’m way too bold to care what you say.
Bitch imma bout to blow fuckin tick- tock and ain’t no bitches–

Ok,
Ain’t no bitches fuckin with my
Clique Clique clique clique clique.
Ain’t no bitches fresher than my motha fuckin
Clique Clique clique clique clique!
As I look around they don’t do it like my
Clique Clique clique clique clique!
And listen to my nigga bitch, you betta suck the … betta suck the… betta suck the ….

Click clack bang bang barrat ya hoe!
I mitch match the damn thing the outfit go.
Now I ain’t fuckin wit’ you industry hoes,
All you niggas all you bitches; yall some industry hoes!
And Imma blast ya if you talking shit.
If you ain’t about it get to walkin bitch.
Cause my clique if full of huligans.
And I ain’t tryna use a tool again.

Look I thank god and I thank god, shit my ass is gon’ get caught, me and my clique go to her crib and her bitch ass called the cops.
As the cop is on the way I ran out she got robbed well pussy’s got pocked and pussy’s got popped!

That’s my clique clique clique clique clique
Ain’t no bitches fresher than my motha fuckin
Clique Clique clique clique clique!
As I look around they don’t do it like my
Clique Clique clique clique clique!
And listen to my nigga bitch, you betta suck the … betta suck the… betta suck the ….

ALL YOU BITCHES GOTTA STOP FRONTIN’!
I’M WIT MY CLIQUE DAWG, DOIN MY SHIT DAWG.
UH! WE OUT HERE! 416 THAT’S MY MOTHA FUCKIN CLIQUE!

HONEY COCAINE feat. Tyga – Bullshit

You bitches fucking stink
Go take a fucking shower
Schwag. Asian bitches

[Verse 1: Honey Cocaine]
Faggot, I ain’t got time for a stupid broad
Cause bro I’m ’bout to beat a bitch and probably lose my job
Fuck, I’m a bubble
Listen, bitch. I tell you cool it off
Cause acting smart’ll get you deaded
Bitch, I rule the spot
Now, homie, I ain’t fucking down to catch a charge, bro
Now her body found the same place she had parked, bro. (Whoops! [x3])
I forgot my bitches ride for me
Cause these bitches that drive for me
Are these bitches flying for free
I gain mine. There’s a difference. You remember that
Cause I’m always hungry for the shit that I ain’t never had
This here is baby food and be all like, “Bitch, fuck a snack! ”
See niggas who said I’m crap is asking me to hit ‘em back
Nigga, fuck that!

[Hook x2: Honey Cocaine]
Now, I ain’t got time for bullshit
If I ain’t getting mine, then that’s bullshit
Why you all up in my face with this bullshit?
Ew. Bitch, you smell like bullshit

[Verse 2: Honey Cocaine]
Oh, here I go. There they go in this here game again
Now these bitches praying they gon’ never hear my name again
But look, I’m a stay around even although they acting like I can’t
I don’t sleep at all cause it’ll always be my time again
That means I work hard, homie. I don’t play around, dawg
Better cut this bullshit or your face’ll meet the ground, dawg
But after all, it’s for the haters and the groupies, though
Find me at the studio
The smart bitch with a stupid flow
Fuck delivery. Got fans who in the dance
Now my enemies got plans
They just searching for a chance
Fuck friends cause I’m married to the music
Bitch, cause I gained the world and die before I lose it
So cool it

[Hook x2: Honey Cocaine]
Now, I ain’t got time for bullshit
If I ain’t getting mine, then that’s bullshit
Why you all up in my face with this bullshit?
Ew. Bitch, you smell like bullshit

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Bitch back, back. Why your ass so flat?
Tell your best friend I want that
I don’t pretend, bitch, and I don’t act
Why you all up in my chat?
Telling people that you know him
If I lend you all on my back
Criss-cross, you wiggedy-wack! (Aghh!)
Duplicating my racks
Introduce you to my life
Yeah, my gold heavy metal
You can’t rock out on my level
Yeah, yeah. That’s a red Ferarri
And I’m dancing with the devil
Bitch testing me, you get answers
Kill a nigga quick fast, like cancer. (Aghh!)
(Well, well) Make a bitch rubbin money on my dick till it swell, swell
And ya money, money shorter than a elf, elf
And I keep cool J’s like LL
(Hell yeah) I don; t wanna start nuttin’ bitch, lemme finish
All in a nigga net nigga mouth like a dentist
(Dennis) Rodman. Come on, come on
Bitch, is you with it, with it?
Cause I ain’t

[Hook x2: Honey Cocaine]
Now, I ain’t got time for bullshit
If I ain’t getting mine, then that’s bullshit
Why you all up in my face with this bullshit?
Ew. Bitch, you smell like bullshit

HONEY COCAINE – Bring It All To Me

Bring it all, bring it all
Honey cocaine, (bring it all
Bring it all) 416, (bring it all
Bring it all,) it’s that 90’s
Gold baby. (Bring it all bring it all)

[Verse 1]
There you are, looking at me looking at you
Got me fine as fuck I’m watching all the things
That you do, see here I am and this is not the shit
I’m used to but do you have plans I’m going
To the crib watch you come thru, Ha-ha

[Chorus]
Oh baby, bring it all to me (bring it all, bring it all)
Cause I’m feeling low and a bitch like me didn’t smoke
For weeks Ha- Ha, aye oh baby just be down for me
(Uh uh) I don’t want shit your love and time is all
I need (Uh uh)

[Verse 2]
So are you gone ride, I just want to see
If the shit grows baby it’s my town
I’m the queen of the city that’s
T.O I ain’t Tryna play they
Got a bitch working all day
But what you doing tonight
Imma bring the juice what do you say Ha-Ha

[Repeat Chorus]

[Bridge]
Make it dark turn the lights off
I just gotta love you right now
And I don’t know if it’s wrong to
But I can’t help it boy I’m all on you
So give me yours you can take mine
I was supposed to go but I’ll make
Time now come show me what
That shit do cause there might not be a next time with you (lets do it)

[Repeat Chorus]

HONEY COCAINE – ‘Bout It

(Oohh) Ima queen we can war if you bout it
Always got the heat homie never without it
Shit with the ice,
That shit gotta price,

Now you a fuck bitch I get ya miss in the night,
Now lil’ homies do it big like fuck it
A pretty ass bitch but the shit I say ugly
(Ha-ha-ha) The shit I say ugly
Pretty ass bitch but the shit I say ugly
(Schwag, schwag)
Today ‘em bitches acting smart I told the stupid bitch easy n’ act yo part (part part part part)
Today ‘em bitches acting smart I told the stupid bitch easy n’ act yo part (part part part part)
Cause’ then they get zacked and hard
Cause n’ the bitch yeah right I ain’t had the start (start start start)

Doesn’t she seem to be acting wrong n’ I be repping the chew when I rap these songs
Where my short bitches at they be rapping long n’ if you ain’t I ain’t know what type of crap you on
get off your broke ass pussy bitches lying n’ shit
Hit yo face nigga yellow before you try some shit
This bitch a beauty but the beast who you try to get
Or did you make in that Indian and China bitch (Argh-Argh-Argh-Argh-Argh)

I’ma queen we can war if ya doubt it
Always got the heat homie never without it
Shit with the ice,
That shit gotta price,

If you a fuk bitch I get ya miss in the night
Lil homies do it big like fuck it,
Pretty ass bitch but the shit I say ugly (Ha Ha)
Or should I say ugly
Pretty ass bitch but the shit I say ugly (Schwag, schwag)
My bitches animals they eat them mauches (Argh)
I got the money and the penis out the bra
This such a fake world I need these actors (Argh)
I do me I don’t plea these bastards (Argh)
Same day different shit
Real bitch its a crime
Ima tell em fuck a nigga so I never give ‘em time
Take a number dizzy line you’ll have a she don’t give ‘em mine
Bitch you deaf bitch you wine you’ll have a shit till we fucking die

C-C-Coke crew, nigga gold gang
I’m on some new shit so fuck ‘em all them old thangs
Let ‘em hoes sang,
Let ‘em sluts fuck,
And bitch fuck love, all work no play
I gotta thin bitch, I gotta fat bitch
And now these groupies getting at me cause I’m traffic
So I autograph it,
Homie I look I pass it,
Baby I ain’t got time I be up in the ass bitch

Ima queen we can war if ya doubt it
Always got the heat homie never without it
Shit with the ice,
That shit gotta price,

If you a fuk bitch I get ya miss in the night
Lil homies do it big like fuck it,
Pretty ass bitch but the shit I say ugly (Ha Ha)
The shit I say ugly
Pretty ass bitch but the should I say ugly (Schwag, schwag)
(Huh I’m bout it bout it, I’m bout it bout it, Uhh I’m bout it bout it, fuck yo feelings biiiiiiiiiiitch)(Aghh)

HONEY COCAINE – Bitch Please

Man this bitch is hot as fuck
Holy shit
Ahh [x4]

[Chorus:]
Like bitch please
Like, like, like, like bitch please
Schwag

Like bitch please
Like, like, like, like bitch please
Schwag

[Verse 1:]
I’m at the club, all yellow like a taxi
Bitches all love the shit, catch you when you catch me
Fuck it, then where the cash be, money like a mad pussy
If you acting like star then get the bitch a cab please

Like, like bitch please
You ain’t all that, your shit’s weak
Cut a cheque or bitch just breathe
We ain’t friends, let a bitch free

Uh, we got the partying down like what
Money up the ass, I’m a boss, what’s up?
Cars so foreign, and cars like huh?
Pour one sixth, I’m in the dark like fuck

[Pre-chorus:]
I comes through while frozen, fire all potent
All my bitches blonde and the jewels all golden
They’re playing my song, got the bottle and the potion
Tell them bitches go home and fuck your emotions

[Chorus:]
Like bitch please
Like, like, like, like bitch please
Schwag

Like bitch please
Like, like, like, like bitch please
Schwag

[Verse 2:]
Game shook, it’s all over the [?]
Ya went broke just buying where I been at
Fuck these groupie ass niggas, woulda been past
And rap bitches saying shit but you’ve been ass

You get the message bitch, you is not important
If we give a damn about the fame but we touring
All these rappers ain’t shit and it’s boring
So we at the club, get it lit and gets to pouring

[Pre-chorus:]
I comes through while frozen, fire all potent
All my bitches blonde and the jewels all golden
They’re playing my song, got the bottle and the potion
Tell them bitches go home and fuck your emotions

[Chorus:]
Like bitch please
Like, like, like, like bitch please
Schwag

Like bitch please
Like, like, like, like bitch please
Schwag

Fuck a pussy ass slut, I’m a star, bro
I’m a queen and I ain’t got a heart, bro
So if you ain’t gon’ end it, don’t start yo
Now I’ll get the money and you play your part, ho

Fuck a pussy ass slut, I’m a star, bro
I’m a queen and I ain’t got a heart, bro
So if you ain’t gon’ end it, don’t start yo
Now I’ll get the money and you play your part, ho

[Pre-chorus:]
I comes through while frozen, fire all potent
All my bitches blonde and the jewels all golden
They’re playing my song, got the bottle and the potion
Tell them bitches go home and fuck your emotions

[Chorus:]
Like bitch please
Like, like, like, like bitch please
Schwag

Like bitch please
Like, like, like, like bitch please
Schwag

HONEY COCAINE – Asshole

Honey Cocaine Bitch
One Love, T.O
4 1 6 Bitch!

[Chorus:]
I-Im-Imma Gold-on Feeling like a boss
Young Honey getting money bitch fuck a Cop
I said bitch fuck a cop
Young Honey getting money
Bitch, fuck a cop
I’m and asshole, yellow bitch baby
I’m an asshole, I’m an asshole
I’m and asshole, yellow bitch baby
I’m an asshole, I’m an asshole

[Verse 1:]
I’m from the capital, u’ll tell you this much
You tryna diss huh, I make that whole fist blood
She goin’ here bra, her nigga gone miss her
1 2 3 bodies bitch you get the picture
All these sluts actin’ like we fuckin’ homies huh?
N-no all you broads actin like they fuckin know me huh?
But I do my damn thing and I gets it done
Where my bitches at the strip club, bangin’ ones

[Chorus:]
I-Im-Imma Gold-on Feeling like a boss
Young Honey gettin’ money bitch fuck a Cop
I said bitch fuck a cop
Young Honey getting money
Bitch, fuck a cop
I’m and asshole, yellow bitch baby
I’m an asshole, I’m an asshole
I’m and asshole, yellow bitch baby
I’m an asshole, I’m an asshole

[Verse 2:]
I’m in Toronto at the Sunny Diamond Studio
Rappin’ out the ass while my bitches smoking coolio
At the ristal crib where we make a fuckin’ movie bro
Niggas who in it before, actin’ like some groupie yo
Chill nill-myo
That’s my gwop, my paper, my loot
And I don’t share wit you bitch, I don’t like you
Yes yellow bitch, getting rich
Fuck You!

[Hook:]
I’m an asshole, bitch I said it and I meant it
Heisman a bitch till she dead it [x4]

[Chorus:]
I-Im-Imma Gold-on Feeling like a boss
Young Honey gettin money bitch fuck a Cop
I said bitch fuck a cop
Young Honey getting money
Bitch, fuck a cop
I’m and asshole, yellow bitch baby
I’m an asshole, I’m an asshole
I’m and asshole, yellow bitch baby
I’m an asshole (Schawg, Schawg!)
I’m an asshole