Lyrics:
My Name is Cowboy
I'm I'm I'm goin' Platinum
Back in the mother fuckin' saddle
want to battle Kid Rock bitch your up shit's creek
without
It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L
Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill
I'm still the fat one that you love to hate
Catch
got your momma and your auntie and them
Thinkin' you hit the lottery like throw that shit
Throw that shit, she throwin' it
Ass fat, she showin' it,
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in
I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs
I do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in
Truth first, Terror Squad, shoot first
War with me and you guaranteed to leave the earth
I'm, dressed to kill, my niggas rep for real
Joe Crack's back
Okay, I think by now we've established
Everything is inherently worthless
And there's nothing in the Universe.
With any kind of objective purpose
is the shit
White bitches with fat asses
Get in the tour bus now
One, two, three, four
Pas la peine d'en rajouter
Si tu te mets pas à
Danser je
on
'Cause your skin is peelin' around
Them bullet wounds on your back
You're fat, plus you're abortion-prone
I'd rather be a young exec, than the puppet
Mad game, takin wins, the shit is real son
We live in brooklyn
With my girls and marissa now you're up in cambridge
Fly shit
And every spot we hit is
droolin
And checkin socks for the fat knots who the fuck you think you foolin
Runnin from the sirens, stop the violence I ain't heard that shit
Come in
He want a real bitch from the A
Slim body fat ass no waist
A bitch that's gone do what he say
A bitch that's gone jump when he move
A bitch that's
Talkin' 'bout pimp shit, you know whassup
I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff
Now you're flowin' like your name is Water
But I'm ten years older
Ayy, yeah, wake, wake shit up, ayy
On my mama, I can't make shit up, ayy
If I ain't a real boy, what you call it?
I don't think you want no
Juvenile Stay real yeah
Warren g stay real
Fat Joe stay real
Rakim Stay real
Lp stay real
Tupac stay real
Big Poppa Stay real
Eazy-E stay real
(Stay up on that shit)
Keep it on and on and on and on and
Know what I'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard
God, what is it? (It's like)
Ha, know what I'm
to have ya crew real fat in a huddle
Now you're wet in a puddle, here is the Ice Cube rebuttle
You ain't gotta chance, 'cause even if my bullet just
the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
[I'll fuckin]
[I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out
the hell)
Devil by the pale moon light bet you wanna take a dance (don't you)
Take a chance with your life messing with that CHHK clan (boy)
Hook
Real lyrics
(Rok on the track, yeah)
High top socks with Gucci flips
Her ass fat, but is it real?
Stuff my jeans with nothin' but blue strips
And my pants
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
really
All of this exotic beat my chest, bitch it's hot chili
Big as hell and wanna fight, boy you so silly
He gon' put his ass in the fryer, we at Joe
Told her lean back, Fat Joe
My body different, I could take your soul (body different)
Only two ways this could go (go, hol' on)
You know (you know),
and the rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Philly Joe
On we go
{all together}
(lyrics not printed)
[Doodlebug]
The season's been fat like some boom
Doodlebugs math jazz
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