Honey Cocaine – Until It Hurt

Got that white gold, black diamondsBrown tims, snake skin, socks made of fox furThat’s why your bitch hatingMoving amazing, fast shift fantasticYou basic, average, fuck your dreams, I have itThey can’t tell me shit thoughLet the gloves and pistolsBack to gold it’s simpleEnough, catch go mentalComing for mine, I complicate itFuck your desire, I confiscate itI’m major bitch, no contemplatingIt’s jane doe, no conversationWho changed bitch, I’m still the sameHC, bitches pinnin name,Only difference is the paperI be feeling like who the fuck are neighbors[Hook]I don’t trust these bitches at allI don’t trust these bitches at allI don’t trust these bitches at allWhy you judging let they young cream ballDrink, work, make the damn money till it hurtDrink, work, make the damn money till it hurtTill it hurt, till it hurt,Till it hurt, till it hurt.I’ve been touring the world but toronto’s the blockHomie still reppin dana finch, show em the glockThis is 416, we do not trust the copsShow my family the way so we can always shit topWe minoritios, the bottom of the systemMy parents foreigners who came with a missionNo fuckin english, nothing but a visionI let it go and let my music do the bitchinNowadays bitches just complainin they shitWell I be tryina feed my family, maintaining the shitI feel like boxin the bitch, but I’m containing the hitsCause I don’t miss being broke, continue aiming for rich[Hook]I don’t trust these bitches at allI don’t trust these bitches at allI don’t trust these bitches at allWhy you judging let they young cream ballDrink, work, make the damn money till it hurtDrink, work, make the damn money till it hurtTill it hurt, till it hurt,Till it hurt, till it hurt.

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