Honey Cocaine - Bullet 4 U lyrics

rate me

What the f*cking you’re thinking my nigga

F*cking with my team, what is you drinking my nigga?

Rapping turano, ‘cause we’ve been winning my nigga

Coca is the shit, hey DJ spint it my nigga,

If you ain’t really bout it, save a G time,

Pussy ass hoes, get the piece on,

Where the f*ck your money keep wine,

‘cause I’ll be fom the roads where they keep dying,

Honey is the laser to breathe

Put up my glasser the streets until the last of the queens,

Nowadays it ain’t a choice, homie you’re trapped or you drink,

So I’d stay with the murky in the back of my jeans.

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Uh, I heard the haters whilling and trying to fake me

Somebody tell me Coca Cola crazy.

I heard the haters whilling and trying to fake me

Somebody tell me Coca Cola crazy.

Uh, I got a bullet 4 u hoes, I got a bullet 4 u hoes, bitch,

I got a bullet 4 u hoes, I got a bullet 4 u hoes, uh.

Who tryin to leave a f*cking hoe, you’re tryin to leave the f*cking hoes, bitch,

I got a bullet 4 u hoe, I got a bullet 4 u hoes

Ta ta ta ta.

Do it for music bitch I salute to the game,

Always bout rapping but I ain’t used to the fame,

Rather layin long, get to moving to green,

Buy me a studio when I honey go chains,

Mother*ck them hoes, they ain’t build for the shit

You got a couple fans now you’re milking that shit,

Spending all your money bitch ..for a bitch,

You realize a thousand hoes are kill for my shit,

So I’m f*cking go to work like I should my dog,

A hell of a performer bitch you would applaud,

talking shit bitch you might get the hood and boat,

cruising with my Asians that ain’t good for you,

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