TYGA feat. Honey Cocaine – Heisman (Part 2)

[Tyga]
Bitch, it’s T-Raww, blood on my paws
Big booty chick back a nigga to the wall
Never get involved, murder every bar
Shit so illegal, get a green card
Different cause, different from y’all
I work hard, you work at the mall
Pass a bitch off like my nigga John Wall
Fuck in the dark, gimme the light, Sean Paul
Yeahhhhh, bitch I do this shit
Cooler than a motherfucking penguin lip
& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, 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

[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman [x3]

[Honey Cocaine]
Yo, got a Asian bitch on my left side
Another Asian bitch, right, right side
They might send your ass off to the next side
Bitch hold your damn breath cause you might die
Gotta group of bad bitches and I feel good
Oh you’re hungry? Too bad cause my meal’s good
And I shouldn’t beat a broad, but I still would
But I don’t try and be bad cause the deals good
Yeah, now look I got that urge to feed them off some gold and shit
Type of stuff to make them feel like alcohol and gold and shit
Hold the bitch, just sold the bitch, fuck you pay me is what I told the bitch
Can’t walk or talk cause I own you bitch
Please don’t make me hot, I’m the coldest bitch (agh)

[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman [x3]

[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
Amazing win shot, you my son, I adopt , dop dop
Pacman, that’s for opening your mouth
Bust a nut, kick her out, lit a cigarrette now
Put the cigarette down, I’m the shit, loose bowels
Wow, Laughing, did I say that out loud?
Nigga getting busy like I work downtown
On to the next if she don’t fuck right now (right now)
Harder than a pipe, can’t pipe down
What you niggas talking about?
Man I’m what your bitch is talking about
Two months then the album out
Carelessworld drop, pewm, then im out.

[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman [x3]

[Honey Cocaine]
If a bitch fuck around, I might go off
My advice is you better get dawn to go
You cannot 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
Is forever shit, whenever 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 nada bitch
Find me in the club where my partners is
(Schwagg, BITCH!)

[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman [x3]

Tyga - Molly

Hi, I'm looking for Molly
I've been searching everywhere

[Hook]
And I can't seem to find
Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly
Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly
(Fucked around and fell in love with her)

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Bands all in my dollars
I'm everywhere, wrist poppin'
Can't fall in love I got options
I'm high school that's college
King Gold Chains, that's Notre Dame
That green, yeah I got it
I show up in the party
Like where the fuck that molly
O-D we're O-G's
We don't fuck with no police
I'm too fly to be low key
Them 24 inch Kobes
All black that's Jodeci
She gimme pussy that's yo seed
Broke niggas stop beggin' me
Cause that's the shit that I don't need
I'm swervin', I'm drivin'
Ain't got time to be tired
I'm super turnt, don't try me
Killin' yo mind off and fuckin' yo body
Bitch wanna flick, pose for my posse
Got too much shit to worry about gossip
I'm on a bad trip

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Lil' bitch, my section is important
My new car's imported
My bank account is enormous
We so loud it's distorted
Got champagne and we pourin' it
She poppin' it and she snortin' it
My iPhone recordin' it, if I want it, I can afford it
Bitch I'm Young Khalifa, fillin' my lungs with reefer
Somewhere in the clouds, gotta press up to see us
I gotta whip so fast that I caught a ticket speedin'
And my bitch so bad that I'm never ever cheatin'
I might pull up in some shit that you've never ever seen
And if I said how much I made, then you won't even believe it
Me and T-Y gettin' gnarly when we pull up to the party
Brought a whole pound of Mary

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mally Mall]
Put it in my drink, put it in my drink
Put it in my drink, you already know
Put it in my drink, put it in my drink
Put it in my drink, you already know
She had me smokin', had me smokin'
Smokin' on my reefer
She had me smokin', had me smokin'
Smokin' on my reefer

Tyga - Dope

(Verse 1: Tyga)
T-raw rock my own kick game
8 figure deal figure how I'm courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit I'm with rozay
Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me bitch no day
Bandz a make her dance that's thousand dollar foreplay
AK get a full clip not a soundwave
You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste
Bitch nigga you don't want no drama I'm worth a couple commas
It's death before dishonor
Last king come sign up all my shit be disgner
Extroardinary rhymer I bodied yo' shit for nothin'
Wes, west up, hot temper
Get wet up she give me head not neck up
She clean the mess up
One false move death from gesture
Cash in the safe I don't feel no pressure

(Hook) x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

(Verse 2: Rick Ross)
Shit
She fuck hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch she got niggas still thuggin'
8.7 on the crib so fuck it
Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget
New chains, rollex links
New chick just to drag my mink
New car just to ride around here
Aviator crew we flyest 'round here
Hating on hood niggas dying 'round here
Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard
Cars rockstar dope boys at odds
I done seen it all but it's back to these broads'
Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium
Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of 'em
I see you sleeping boy don't make me pick your label up
Scottie pipen on the dribble I just laid 'em up
Another triple got me tripping like it's angel dust
We just winning all the women in my table ah
Say my name say my name nigga say my name
100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

(Hook) x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

(Verse 3: Tyga)
Chief rocka, pill popper
Tell them pull them things out cause my car topless
Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence
So sincere in her belly, that's the nah shit
King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin'
We taking your dollars creflo no white collar
I (pop pop) wish a nigga would call thomas
Bitch I'm the bomb call me the unabomber
Money in my game I'm driving shit that's insane
You niggas stay in your lane no playing ain't nothing changed
Pardon this good regime, I make your girl david blaine
Murder was the case all the kids say that nigga T-raw

(Hook) x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes