| Bitch, it's T-Raww, blood on my paws
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| Big booty chick back a nigga to the wall
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| Never get involved, murder every bar
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| Shit so illegal, get a green card
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| Different cars, different from y'all
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| I work hard, you work at the mall
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| Pass a bitch off like my nigga John Wall
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| Fuck her in the dark, gimme the light, Sean Paul
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| Yeah, bitch I do this shit
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| Colder than a motherfucking penguin lip
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| And my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, Lebron James and shit
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| Got heat super freak Rick James ya bitch, leave a stain and shit
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| On ya couch in ya house like brotherman
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| Hanging like Mr. Cooper hand, damn.
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| Posing, Heisman
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| Yo, got a Asian bitch on my left side
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| Another Asian bitch, right, right side
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| They might send your ass off to the next side
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| Bitch hold your damn breath 'cause you might die
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| Got a group of bad bitches and I feel good
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| Oh you're hungry? |
| Too bad 'cause my meal's good
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| And I shouldn't beat a broad, yet I still would
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| But I don't tryna be bad 'cause the deals good
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| Yeah, now look I got the urge to feed them off some doggy shit
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| Type of stuff to make them feel like alcohol and potent shit
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| Hold the bitch, just sold the bitch, fuck you pay me is what I told the bitch
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| You can't walk or talk, I own you bitch
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| Please don't make me hot, I'm the coldest bitch (agh)
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| Posing, Heisman
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| Well, running from the cop, boy born to kill
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| Hand me the lock, bring it to your front door, doorbell
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| Knock knock, who there? |
| Houdini disappear
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| Got green, John Deere. |
| More green, Paul Pierce
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| Amazing win shot, you my son, I adopt, dop dop
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| Pacman, that's for opening your mouth
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| Bust a nut, kick her out, lit a cigarette now
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| Put the cigarette down, I'm the shit, loose bowels
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| Wow, Laughing, did I say that out loud?
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| Nigga getting busy like I work downtown
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| On to the next if she don't fuck right now (right now)
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| Harder than a pipe, can't pipe down
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| What you niggas talking about?
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| Man I'm what your bitch is talking about
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| Two months then an album out
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| Careless world drop, pewm, then I'm out.
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| Posing, Heisman
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| If a bitch fuck around, I might go off
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| My advice is you better get down to go
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| You came to shop at the mall, but I bought the stores
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| I got a box of jewels, I call it pot of gold
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| Call the cops to go, as my pockets grow
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| Get the chains and the rings and the watches, bro
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| And I boxed a slut, I just boxed a hoe
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| You tryna pass me bitch? |
| It ain't possible, nah
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| Cool as fuck, I suggest you dress for the weather bitch
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| Is forever shit, whenever bitch
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| What's a whore to a queen? |
| Whatever bitch!
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| I crop a kid, it's a hot to shit
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| Its some Gucci, Louis, fendi, Prada shit
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| Tell them eat a dick, you ain't not a bitch
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| Find me in the club where my partners is
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| (Schwagg, B-BITCH!)
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| Posing, Heisman
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| (Bitch I'm The Shit) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heisman Pt. 2, artist - Tyga. Album song #BitchImTheShit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп