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honey cocaine - bullshit lyrics

bullsh-t
(feat. tyga)

[intro: honey cocaine]
you b-tches f-cking stink
go take a f-cking shower
schwag. asian b-tches

[verse 1: honey cocaine]
f-ggot, i ain’t got time for a stupid broad
cause bro i’m ’bout to beat a b-tch and probably lose my job
f-ck, i’m a bubble
listen, b-tch. i tell you cool it off
cause acting smart’ll get you deaded
b-tch, i rule the spot
now, homie, i ain’t f-cking down to catch a charge, bro
now her body found the same place she had parked, bro. (whoops! [x3])
i forgot my b-tches ride for me
cause these b-tches that drive for me
are these b-tches flying for free
i gain mine. there’s a difference. you remember that
cause i’m always hungry for the sh-t that i ain’t never had
this here is baby food and be all like, “b-tch, f-ck a snack! ”
see n-gg-s who said i’m cr-p is asking me to hit ’em back
n-gg-, f-ck that!

[hook x2: honey cocaine]
now, i ain’t got time for bullsh-t
if i ain’t getting mine, then that’s bullsh-t
why you all up in my face with this bullsh-t?
ew. b-tch, you smell like bullsh-t

[verse 2: honey cocaine]
oh, here i go. there they go in this here game again
now these b-tches 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 bullsh-t 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 b-tch with a stupid flow
f-ck delivery. got fans who in the dance
now my enemies got plans
they just searching for a chance
f-ck friends cause i’m married to the music
b-tch, 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 bullsh-t
if i ain’t getting mine, then that’s bullsh-t
why you all up in my face with this bullsh-t?
ew. b-tch, you smell like bullsh-t

[verse 3: tyga]
b-tch back, back. why your -ss so flat?
tell your best friend i want that
i don’t pretend, b-tch, 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
b-tch testing me, you get answers
kill a n-gg- quick fast, like cancer. (aghh!)
(well, well) make a b-tch rubbin money on my d-ck till it swell, swell
and ya money, money shorter than a elf, elf
and i keep cool j’s like ll
(h-ll yeah) i don; t wanna start nuttin’ b-tch, lemme finish
all in a n-gg- net n-gg- mouth like a dentist
(dennis) rodman. come on, come on
b-tch, is you with it, with it?
cause i ain’t

[hook x2: honey cocaine]
now, i ain’t got time for bullsh-t
if i ain’t getting mine, then that’s bullsh-t
why you all up in my face with this bullsh-t?
ew. b-tch, you smell like bullsh-t

- honey cocaine lyrics

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