Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
like Bob Marley
So here we go again, just lead up
[Chorus]
Are you the boy, the boy, the boy
The honest truth, the real McCoy
If you're the boy,
here we go boy, just crank it up
[Chorus]
Are you the boy, the boy, the boy
The honest truth, the real McCoy
If you're the boy, the boy, the boy
with the real McCoy not your typical boy
The one who plays with you like a toy
I'm dealing with da' real
Da' real
I'm dealing with the real McCoy not
Fuck that feature boy i don't know you boy
I'm in the noya boy yeah the real mccoy
Distributing boy
Keep a heavy toy,, them hoes love your boy
Send
You want a landscape, but not the real McCoy
You want their fool's gold and their forgeries
As we're forgotten inside a child's toy
They're making
And we will be overweight
And we'll be the Real McCoy
And I will be holding hands
With the love of my life
You'll probably be rich and famous
And I'll be
Baby follow me
And I will follow you
Be the real McCoy
So what you wanna
What you wanna do
I got what you want
And you are all I need
You can
possibilities off my bow
No borderline clichés
Out here in the open blue
I'm the real McCoy
I'm a saltwater cowboy
The sway of the waves, gently rockin my soul
feat. Abstract Rude
[ Aceyalone ]
Yeah
Ah, this one's out of respect
To you and yours
Ah
I'm a be -boy, I'm the real McCoy
I'm chocolate all
Yeah
Ah, this one's out of respect
To you and yours
Ah
I'm a b-boy, I'm the real McCoy
I'm chocolate all over like an Almond Joy
What's up
Baby follow me
And I will follow you
Be the real McCoy
So what you wanna
What you wanna do
I got what you want
And you are all I need
You can
up-with-the-sunrise man
A pick-up truck driving, bull-riding, strong, steady hand
I want the Wrangler, Stetson and all that stuff
I want the real McCoy
I want a cowboy
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