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Jeffery Cowen And knowing his father slowing And his mother is hoeing And now should he be growing He's too young to be sewing he should
wrong But in that moment, I just felt like I had made it right "Hey Dave, it's Mollie Cowen Um, we sent to you a, um, movie An NDA to sign, um, in
tryna get some money but you lazy (How) I be throwing all these bands Tom Brady (Quarterback) Ima player and a coach like I was .18 (Cowens) Make sure
housing tonight But who's counting? (But who's counting?) Done more niggas foul than a rookie Dave Cowens Might feel a lil' guilty But I love to rap about
without us Took an oath to guard this knowledge From these Eavesdroppers and Cowens The diamonds and rubies and the crowns been ours Learned the ancient
End of the night Windows open, chain smokin', moon glowing Posted like Dave Cowens The hostess make the room rise Entrecôte, I need two fries The L I
storie Bag, è una Rimowa, sopra il jeans sporco di cowen Cash, come mi dona addosso sembro una signora, ehi Fanculo è la mia ora, resto qui per la zona
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