Lyrics:
Smelling which hide you will lick Licking cowhide on a pig Licking cowhide on a pig Licking cowhide on a pig Licking cowhide on a pig
closed like a ranger Damn, she danger I get better and better My leisure filled up with paper and pleasure Bags wrapped in all cowhide leather Want more
I don't know why God chose me I don't know why God chose me We taking off and y'all playing mane I don't know why I be so fly I rock cowhide they
peanut butter on the brain Hey-ey-ee Nothin' ever stays the same Went outside to give all a break Wearin' cowhide, steak on a skate Back inside,
Rosalee You tried too hard again Your stride stumble you down The horse Of love You tried to rope again In just your cowhide gown And don't it
Tiny little broncs that bust Tiny little clowns that fuss Tiny little cattle that ride And sell you itsy little biddy cowhide Tiny little broncs that
Black thighs on cowhide in This spaceship you know you confide in Know that its timeless I'm slidin Black thighs on cowhide in This spaceship you know you
Beat Fiends lil bitty bitch take it outside We double back in the car ride Ya hoe wanna fuck, get the alright She on the dick like a cowhide I told
all their Cadillacs For those pinto ponies and cowhide slacks And there's no one left down at Neiman Marcus' store Because it's 1200 miles from
He's a cowhide kickin' fool Swing it Mister Gene
He's a cowhide kickin' fool Swing it Mister Gene
We sailed out of Dunmore Michelmas gone by Cowhides and wool and live cargo Twenty young Wild Geese ready fledged to fly Sailing for the lowlands
a grave in the sand When we found stretched out on the ground This brave and lonely cowhand. We buried him on the prairie, Wrapped in an old cowhide
pinto ponies and cowhide slacks And there's no one left down at Neiman Marcus' store Because it's 1200 miles from Palm Spring to Texas But tonight it's
We sailed out of Dunmore Michelmas gone by Cowhides and wool and live cargo Twenty young Wild Geese ready fledged to fly Sailing for the lowlands
side Tell the law that I'm in a 300 Thou ride Fuck around and my seats be cow-hide I'm so country, my flow husky Repo Man, faget you owe something He
His style ain't dope, its a throat, and I slit it I'm raw like cowhide, smooth like a plane ride No half steppin', I always take a full stride Who
the Tempo pump, cause you servin dem GUMPS From the Westside to the SOUTHSIDE Because we be ready to ride, because we bout pride, what was Cowhide Do what
The bottom of my boots could use some new cowhide My soles are wearin' thin but it ain't breakin' my stride I'm steppin' higher ''cause of her
the Tempo pump, cause you servin dem GUMPS From the Westside to the SOUTHSIDE Because we be ready to ride, because we bout pride, what was Cowhide Do what
on my waistline, Bouncin' through the south side Back then, it was straight gin, Dickies, and cowhides. You ain't from our side, we bustin' at ya,
the Southside... Back then, it was straight gin, Dickies, and cowhides. You aint from our side, We bustin' at ya, that's the Rules.. Used to be deep, now we down
and the hour - is like a shower Do not cower - as Jerry clower Rotting bodies wrapped in black cowhide Sit at a table on your mothers side And its time
keep your hands in your pockets. You are bored to death You can chew and wallow, and bite and swallow On giant pornburger, mansize, cowhide, meatdreams
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