Lyrics:
In a fancy private school, in rural Illinois
Everybody knew ninth-grader Coy McCoy
He submitted homework written by "the Wiz"
The teachers let it
to destroy
When I say I'm up next, don't get upset, leap and deploy, leap and deploy
When I'm racking billions, with my brilliance, call me Travis McCoy
Lexxi McCoy words and music by Rhett May
Verse 1
Getting way hot in the California sun
Stripped down to nothing…this boy
real ones on my side
That’s how I keep my circle tight
MC-Coy ain’t no rapper
MC-Coy ain’t no trapper
MC-Coy don’t make hits
MC-Coy ain’t bout shit
home ? hair, it nearly blew my mind
And it makes me realize that the real thing is hard to find
But you're the real McCoy, you're natural thing
From
McCoy
She don't want no substitute no no no
She won't fuck with a real rudebwoy
She don't want that uptown love no no
And she know I'm the real
Yo Pierre Will Smith Lana Roads bad boy
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'Fore that breath be your last, boy (let's go, yeah)
I've been drinkin' red rasp', boy (red, yeah)
I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy
The Real McCoys
Walter Cronkite and The Bowery Boys
(Bowery Boys)
Real McCoys
(Millionaire)
Yogi Bear
(December Bride)
TV Guide
(Mister Ed)
Stay in bed
find reverse
Medical update, Doctor McCoy
[McCoy]
It's worse than that he's dead Jim
Dead Jim
Dead Jim
It's worse than that he's dead Jim
Dead Jim Dead
En las áridas regiones de la América del Norte
Se agarraron a balazos polecías y ladrones
Tom Mix, Buck Jones, Bill Boyd, Tim McCoy
Habían robado la
You just a baby boy
Look the beat right out, yeah
You not the real McCoy
I be runnin' these streets
Bitch, you know I keep clean
You just a baby boy
rise man
A pick-up truck driving bull riding strong steady hand
I want the wranglers stetson and all that stuff
I want the real McCoy
I want a cowboy
Throw that ass back your the real McCoy
Pokemon titties you my Nurse Joy
I just made some sushi hope that you enjoy
Haha
Anata no utsukushi your
the same direction
All headed in the same direction
We the real Mccoys and there ain't no guestlist
We the real the Mccoys
We the real mccoys
Yeah
All head
to sing
McCoy the beach cowboy (Ooh that's me!)
McCoy the beach cowboy (and I love to sing)
Got his guitar with him wherever he goes
On the beach, riding
En las áridas regiones del América del Norte
Se agarraron a balazos policías y ladrones
Tom Mix, Buck Jones, Bill Boyd, Tim McCoy
Pero el jefe de la
do I of to have my Son?
Wonder if my career naw go done
Tell dem that I am safe and sanctify
Mi run weh the waste bwoy find ah real McCoy
Im giving
do I of to have my Son?
Wonder if my career naw go done
Tell dem that I am safe and sanctify
Mi run weh the waste bwoy find ah real McCoy
Im giving
and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin'
Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys
Between Hank Williams' pain songs and
Newbury's
and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin'
Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys
Between Hank Williams' pain songs and
Newbury's
that bullshit he sailin'
You know why
You just a baby boy
Your not the real McCoy
I've been runnin' these streets
You goin' crazy
What about your
that bullshit he sailin'
You know why
You just a baby boy
Your not the real McCoy
I've been runnin' these streets
You goin' crazy
What about your
He's my good-time boy
Rotten soldier the real McCoy
He's my good-time boy
A sweeter cheese there couldn't be
He's my pal
Talk to him when I'm in
.jpg/200px-Andy_mccoy_-_borderline_13_(32945907043).jpg "Andy McCoy")
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