Artist: Honey Cocaine
Album:  Thug Love (Mixtape)
Song:   Bullet 4 U
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

What the fucking you're thinking my nigga
Fucking 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 fuck 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

[Chorus]
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 fucking hoe, you're tryin to leave the fucking 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
Motherfuck 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 fucking 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

[Chorus]