tyga honey cocaine - king company(instrumental) | Текст песни

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• tyga honey cocaine
• king company(instrumental)

[Verse 1: Honey Cocaine]
Yellow bitch wear gold jewels
New bitch, drive old school
Them bitches hate like, "Who you?"
You ain't shit, you boo-boo
I gets mine and take yours
Shitting what I made for
Touring, bitch, I give it dawg
Tell her that I said, "I did it, dawg"
Yellow bitch, all night
Yellow bitch, all right
Yellow bitch, I does my thang
All the homies say why
I know, I know, I know your nigga love to sing my songs, bitch
If you fucking with me, then you fucking with the wrong bitch
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 fuck the cops, thirsty bitches 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
Suck my clit, I don't owe you brahs
Dark skin bitch with the golden hair
Honey Cocaine to the fucking world, hey