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Tyga Ft. Honey Cocaine lyrics : "Riot"

$#&@ that $#&@ %#@!, pay me,
Rumors come and go, so I stay in a room presidential lately.
Top of the roof where the !@$@s start hating,

Talk that %#@!, I ain't for the bathing, but I swear the gang got so clay aching,
Brought a new crib, your (*##$ sets faces,
Ride to the mother$#&@ing money, man, I swear the %#@! about nothing,

While you !@$@s bathing in the budget, boy, don't get close, I press that button, mother$#&@er
Lose the !@$@ roughed up, they be roughing,
!@^%s rushed up, start scrubbing,

!@^%, get your cover, there's some troubles you are on,
Lucky mother$#&@er, don't be $#&@ing with a young !@$@ dash.


Too many, one $#&@ing problem,
Really master, need a doctor, I'm the sickest !@$@ 'bout it.
No desire, just the silence, on the season be ninety,

Kill yourself like you're in college, it's finals, @@#! it.

(*##$, don't cry it on, I ain't turn to violence,

Cash, money, party, guess you broke !@$@s ain't invited.
Bad (*##$ ridin', she dumb, but she get knowledge,
I ain't come to be robbing, but my personality vibrate,

In love with nobody, white (*##$es, the hottest,
Couple about my crotch, that %#@! need a party.
She lucky she on me, unlike them other !@$@s I got it.

T looty dooty, welcome to my houseparty.

$#&@, !@$@, get your pants up,

$#&@, !@$@, get your pants up,
$#&@, !@$@, get your pants up,
We're getting money, we're turned up.

Say, $#&@, !@$@, get your pants up,
$#&@, !@$@, get your pants up,
$#&@, !@$@, get your pants up,

We're getting money, we're turned up.

Yellow (*##$ and I got this sister, black market I'm shopping,

Last kings and we bossing, I'm the first queen with no option,
I heard they hating, I don't give a $#&@,
Tell 'em to bug in, they stuck in my cunt,

(*##$, get somewhere, 'cause you're doing too much,
Hungry for money and love ain't enough.
Getting rich, money, perfect picture.

Oh, no, I ain't messing at the studio with your ninja.
Tuck the name, I dis heard, kill your (*##$, you're gonna miss her,
Bring that body shopping now, I watch that coffin fit her.

Funeral home bring, you this your own get,
You and your crew or just you alone
Not give a $#&@, I don't take no brakes,

Body I hope that it ain't replaced.
I'm out. They try it at your house,
Young dog asian and they know what I'm about.


$#&@, !@$@, get your pants up,
$#&@, !@$@, get your pants up,

$#&@, !@$@, get your pants up,
We're getting money, we're turned up.
Say, $#&@, !@$@, get your pants up,

$#&@, !@$@, get your pants up,
$#&@, !@$@, get your pants up,
We're getting money, we're turned up.



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