Honey Cocaine – Love Coca (Love Sosa) (Traducida)

Letra en español de Love Coca (Love Sosa) de Honey Cocaine
Original
Bit*hes love Sosa, nig*as love coca
Bit*hes love Sosa, nig*as love coca
These Bit*hes love Sosa, nig*as love coca
Out here with my soldiers, burning sh*t like coca
Listen bit*h I’m loca, I’m so fu*kin loca
These Bit*hes love Sosa, nig*as love coca
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These Bit*hes love Sosa, nig*as love coca
Out here with my soldiers, burning sh*t like coca
Listen bit*h I’m loca, I’m so fu*kin loca
These Bit*hes love Sosa, nig*as love coca
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All them nig*as love cocaine, I ain’t saying no names
How do you nig*as got no game
I just want money, I don’t need fame
I’m the boss y’all kissing me
What you think, I’ma fu*kin make history
I just can’t fu*k with the industry
Only my excess damn with me, a little bit*h a*s
I ain’t fu*ker suck nobody with your bit*h a*s
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This what hustle is you fake a*s bit*h, I did that
All this money I ain’t got no place to fit that
Fu*king rich a*s
Damn, we used to broke and sh*t
We focus bit*h, we know our sh*t
The golden kid, I’ma go with that
So the queen turn gold so I’ma go with it
Why you talking but you ain’t come to my face
A hunned fu*kin asians out here fin to hit your place, bit*h
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I sign myself, fu*k a deal I sign myself
All by myself, I try myself and I hustle till I got by myself
You jealous, it’s nothing you can tell us
So don’t act like you just realer
My name coke will fu*k your dealer bit*h.
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Traducción
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Honey Cocaine – Love Coca (Love Sosa)

Letra de Love Coca (Love Sosa) de Honey Cocaine
Bit*hes love Sosa, nig*as love coca
Bit*hes love Sosa, nig*as love coca
These Bit*hes love Sosa, nig*as love coca
Out here with my soldiers, burning sh*t like coca
Listen bit*h I’m loca, I’m so fu*kin loca
These Bit*hes love Sosa, nig*as love coca
From Letra-Lyrics.com
These Bit*hes love Sosa, nig*as love coca
Out here with my soldiers, burning sh*t like coca
Listen bit*h I’m loca, I’m so fu*kin loca
These Bit*hes love Sosa, nig*as love coca
From Letra-Lyrics.com
All them nig*as love cocaine, I ain’t saying no names
How do you nig*as got no game
I just want money, I don’t need fame
I’m the boss y’all kissing me
What you think, I’ma fu*kin make history
I just can’t fu*k with the industry
Only my excess damn with me, a little bit*h a*s
I ain’t fu*ker suck nobody with your bit*h a*s
From Letra-Lyrics.com
This what hustle is you fake a*s bit*h, I did that
All this money I ain’t got no place to fit that
Fu*king rich a*s
Damn, we used to broke and sh*t
We focus bit*h, we know our sh*t
The golden kid, I’ma go with that
So the queen turn gold so I’ma go with it
Why you talking but you ain’t come to my face
A hunned fu*kin asians out here fin to hit your place, bit*h
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I sign myself, fu*k a deal I sign myself
All by myself, I try myself and I hustle till I got by myself
You jealous, it’s nothing you can tell us
So don’t act like you just realer
My name coke will fu*k your dealer bit*h.
Honey Cocaine – Clique (Freestyle)

Letra de Clique (Freestyle) de Honey Cocaine
Yeah, yeah I’m goddess, honey cocaine bit*h!
Listen, ok
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Ain’t no bit*hes fu*king with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t no bit*hes fresher than my motherfu*king clique, clique, clique, clique
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As I look around, they don’t do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique
And listen to my nig*a bit*h you better suck the
Better suck the, better suck the, haha
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All these jewels making everything I sell gold
All my bit*hes wearing Jordan’s and chanel clothes
What’s the smell bit*h it’s motherfu*king flower bomb
This your car, this your plane, this your showers some
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Beamer and the Benz
The season I’m spend
Bit*h I’ma count that and smoke weed with my friends
Then we X boxing, I’m dead as
Turning all of my bad a*s
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The tour bus, got a sugar pole
Now I bet these bit*hes gonn spread ass
Drinking all night, sleeping all day
I’m way to gold to care what you say
Bit*h I’m about to blow, fu*king tic tac
And ain’t no bit*hes fu*king with my clique
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Ain’t no bit*hes fu*king with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t no bit*hes fresher than my motherfu*king clique, clique, clique, clique
From Letra-Lyrics.com
As I look around, they don’t do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique
And listen to my nig*a bit*h you better suck the
Better suck the, better suck the, haha
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Click, clack, bang, bang, brat you hoe
I mix smatch a damn thang to Al Figal
Now I ain’t fu*king with you industry hoes
All you nig*as are bit*hes y’all some industry hoes
And I’ma blast if you talking shit
If you ain’t bout it, get to walking bit*h
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Cause my clique is full of hooligans
And I ain’t tryina use a tooligan
Look I thank got it and I thank god
Should my ass gonn get caught?
Me and my clique walked to her cribs
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And I guess her bit*h have called the cops
As the cops were on they way
I went out, she got robbed
And pus*y got poked and pu*sy got popped
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Ain’t no bit*hes fu*king with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t no bit*hes fresher than my motherfu*king clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don’t do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique
From Letra-Lyrics.com
And listen to my nig*a bit*h you better suck the
Better suck the, better suck the, haha.
Letra / Lyrics
Honey Cocaine – Clique (Freestyle) (Traducida)

Letra en español de Clique (Freestyle) de Honey Cocaine
Original
Yeah, yeah I’m goddess, honey cocaine bit*h!
Listen, ok
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Ain’t no bit*hes fu*king with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t no bit*hes fresher than my motherfu*king clique, clique, clique, clique
From Letra-Lyrics.com
As I look around, they don’t do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique
And listen to my nig*a bit*h you better suck the
Better suck the, better suck the, haha
From Letra-Lyrics.com
All these jewels making everything I sell gold
All my bit*hes wearing Jordan’s and chanel clothes
What’s the smell bit*h it’s motherfu*king flower bomb
This your car, this your plane, this your showers some
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Beamer and the Benz
The season I’m spend
Bit*h I’ma count that and smoke weed with my friends
Then we X boxing, I’m dead as
Turning all of my bad a*s
From Letra-Lyrics.com
The tour bus, got a sugar pole
Now I bet these bit*hes gonn spread ass
Drinking all night, sleeping all day
I’m way to gold to care what you say
Bit*h I’m about to blow, fu*king tic tac
And ain’t no bit*hes fu*king with my clique
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Ain’t no bit*hes fu*king with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t no bit*hes fresher than my motherfu*king clique, clique, clique, clique
From Letra-Lyrics.com
As I look around, they don’t do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique
And listen to my nig*a bit*h you better suck the
Better suck the, better suck the, haha
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Click, clack, bang, bang, brat you hoe
I mix smatch a damn thang to Al Figal
Now I ain’t fu*king with you industry hoes
All you nig*as are bit*hes y’all some industry hoes
And I’ma blast if you talking shit
If you ain’t bout it, get to walking bit*h
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Cause my clique is full of hooligans
And I ain’t tryina use a tooligan
Look I thank got it and I thank god
Should my ass gonn get caught?
Me and my clique walked to her cribs
From Letra-Lyrics.com
And I guess her bit*h have called the cops
As the cops were on they way
I went out, she got robbed
And pus*y got poked and pussy got popped
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Ain’t no bit*hes fu*king with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain’t no bit*hes fresher than my motherfu*king clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don’t do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique
From Letra-Lyrics.com
And listen to my nig*a bit*h you better suck the
Better suck the, better suck the, haha.
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Traducción
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Tyga Ft. Honey Cocaine – King Company

Letra de King Company de Tyga y Honey Cocaine
Damn, this beat is so sexy
Yellow bit*h wear gold jewels
New bit*h old school
Them bit*h say like who you?
You ain’t sh*t, you’re boo boo
And take yours
She ain’t what
Torn bit*h, I give a
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I did it though
Yellow bit*h all night
Yellow bit*h alright
Yellow bit*h, yeah that’s my thing
All the homies
I know I know I know
You nig*as love to sing my songs, bit*h
If you’re fu*k*ng with me
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Then you’re fu*k*ng with the wrong bit*h
I bought a body, he bought a body
He hit it, hit it
Can’t live without it, without it!
I’m in this like it’s my job
thirsty bit*hes I can pause
Don’t be moving like you and I are friends or something
Cause I’m just doing me, rapping, trying to spend some
I know you
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Yeah, fu*k the world
Came to gave my baby my car 180
I’m losing sperm, I’m fading
Your girl ejaculate me
I’m riding the anal
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This crazy sh*t I’ll be saying
I’m saying I’m Charles Manson
This mother fu*ker ain’t landing
I’m landing on bit*hes panties
Your leg like you can’t stand me
Pop pop pop upon you
With cars you’ve seen in cartoons
I’m like ffff fu*k you
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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
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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
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I want no more problems
I just want more money
To house bunnies to keep a clean company.
Letra / Lyrics
Teyana Taylor Ft. Honey Cocaine – Bad Boy

Letra de Bad Boy de Teyana Taylor y Honey Cocaine
Shawty got potential, we hear he don’t need a sponsor
You should see his more niggers than a concert
Body like Rihanna, stomach looking proper
Eyes half close, cause she’s smoking on a
Hold up!
Hard than
He my little bad boy, sean puffy!
Giving me stacks take that
Smoking on that Is the pay back
I’ll be his hook girl, I’ll put that grind in him
So inked up, I could write my rhymes with
He gave me over his, but let me borrow mine
In the spiked up, like a porky pine
A real bad bitch, never needed eyes shut!
Cause when I see him
He a bad boy, real when I need that
And his only competition is the irs
A bad boy, a real when I need that
And his only competition is the irs
Make money, money
Make money, money
Make money, money, make money, money
I say take money, money, take money, money
Take money, money, take money, money
He’s a bad boy, but it feels good, though
Not rapping while he chilling in the hood, yo
All the girls want the money, I don’t need sh*t
Cause I can do my own work as a queen sh*t!
You know I share money in the
They see him and he’s a topic
He beat the kid up, and
And George is all fire, jewels I see
Uh, this stupid is not likely
Cause all my guys modern just like me!
Now we’re down at the club with some weed smoke
And a g knows g cause a g knows
Hit the mothers say
He’s a, he’s a
He a bad boy, real when I need that
And his only competition is the irs
A bad boy, a real when I need that
And his only competition is the irs
Make money, money
Make money, money
Make money, money, make money, money
I say take money, money, take money, money
Take money, money, take money, money
Irs!
You’re my real bad boy, bad boy, bad boy
You’re my real bad boy, bad boy, bad boy
Well, he’s a bad boy, but it feels good though, good though
Well, he’s a bad boy, but it feels good though, good though.

