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Cowboy Lyrics - Artist : Croosh
Now if you apologize, like I know you're going to, I might convince him that you really didn't mean it
Okay sipping a blunt, smoking a brew [?] with the gorilla glue Off of the grid, stuck in the stu I'm in the lead, let me give you a clue Eyes on my phone, minding my own Star Wars ass rappers all sound just like clones I got the force, just call me Luke I'm not gonna blow up, bitch I'm a nuke Meet me at the motel, hit her like a cowbell Singer like Adele (ooh) Party ain't special, let's get sexual Hit it on the menstrual (ooh) Cocaine cowboy riding on the highway Up too late, ain't slept in like 5 days Putting in the work from Monday to Friday Tennessee Whiskey got me walking sideways Ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed It ain't nothing in this world for free You know I can't slow down, I can't stop now Though you know I wish I could Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good She said I fuck like a god (god) I told her just call me Zeus (Zeus) She said she don't have a man I told her just tell the truth Caught in the middle of stuff Good thing I don't give a fuck (nope) Money on me, I got bucks Bitch I work hard, so don't call it luck Got this drink in my cup, and I'm feeling amazing Walk in the room, and I got these hoes gazing My shit is on fire, it's hot, it's blazing My life is a movie directed my Martin Scorsese Cocaine Cowboy, certified sicko Bitcoin papi, got a lot of crypto Sell when it's high, then buy it on the dips though 777 hit the jackpot, I'm rich hoe |
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