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[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm Honey Cocaine, 'bout to bring 'em some pain
All my haters like a choir, they all singing my name
Ain't got a heart for a broad that's the rule of the game
Now you a fool if you aim
I'll put a tool to ya brain
I'm 'bout to get it and spend it
If I said it, I meant it
Fuck yo feelings, taste my weapons
Act like a bitch, I'll raise your blessings
You are not familiar with me
If you come making a move, bitch yo visitor was me
[Verse 2]
Its that drop top phenom chop
All gold roll-e top
Fuck yo fans, fuck a cop
All my bitches Betty Bop
Betty Boo-op, tits out
Gangsta shit punch you in yo mouth
**** I don't know what you talking 'bout
Flossing now you need dentist now
Fuck around and Rodney King the beat
'Bout that war like Vietnamese
Feeling froggy **** leap
I'm that ****, you obsolete
I'm in that game you know P-T
R-E-C My Sway A-G Only way you copying me ****
[Verse 3]
Asian bitch on another degree
Give me some space, move out my place, bitch I'm just tryna breath
Now if you, see me around your way don't holler at me
I just can't waste all my time 'cause I be eating these beats
Listen you rats here just a captain me
You ain't me homie you just act like me
Well you should watch yo actions please
'Cause there might be some casualties
They about to witness it
Last Kings but I'm still on my Queen shit
[Verse 4]
Aim aim at yo membrane just for saying
I'm insane and your girl give me neck, Hang man
I ain't playing, I never did lie
Lay around and open yo thighs
****'s gonna pop like fish gonna fry
****'s talking greasy like the shit got slide wow
High five, clap yo face
Change yo disguise, I work hard for the money
Money don't ever come in yo life
A bastard right, when you lie, everybody wanna be just like
Middle finger to the middle of yo eyes
Young young Ty T-Raw need a Heisman
Written by: Markus Roberts, Michael Ray Stevenson, Sochitta Sal
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