Tyga King Company Lyrics

Damn this beat is so sexy..[Honey Cocaine]
Yellow bitch wear gold jewels
New bitch rap old school
Dem bitches hey, like who you?
You ain't shit, you boo-boo
I gets mine and take yours,
Shittin' what I'm made for
Torn bitch I did it dawg
Tell her I said I did it dawg
Yellow bitch, all night
Yellow bitch, all right
Yellow bitch, I does my thing
All da homies sell white
I know I know I know you niggas love to sing my songs bitch
If you f*ckin' with me then you f*ckin 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 dis dawg
Treat that rap like it's my job
WIth my broads,
f*ck the cops,
Thirsty bitches actin', pause
Don't be movin like you and i was friends or some'.
Cuz I'm just doin me, rappin' tryna spend some'
I don't know you, brah
suck my clit i don't owe you brah,

Gold skin bitch with the golden hair
Honey cocaine to the f*ckin' world, hey[Tyga] Yeah, f*ck the world,
Came to gave my baby my car do180
I’m losing sperm, I’m faded
your girl ejaculate me,
I’m hoarse, riding the anal
This crazy shit I’ll be saying
I’m saying I’m Charles Manson
This mother f*cker ain’t landing.
I’m landing on bitches panties
your leg like you can’t stand me
Pop up pop up on you
With cars you’ve seen in cartoons
I’m like ffff f*ck you
Cause you ain’t got nothing to lose!
Funny Adam Sandler, I cover my back..
They judge me, don’t need …
You gossip too much…
But why you’re all upon me
I though I told you don’t call me
My cousins they seen me shining
Now they all are begging for diamonds
I just go with this… Rolex, that’s perfect timing
Might change my name to Mohamed
Like at least she called me …
I want no more problems
I just want more money
Two house bunnies to keep the king company