Cowboy

Croosh

Okay sipping a blunt
Smoking a brew
Michelada with the gorilla glue

Off of the grid
Stuck in the stu
I'm in the lead let me give you a clue

Eyes on my phone
Mindin my own
Starwars ass rappers all sound just like clones

I got the force
Just call me Luke
I'm not gonna blow up bitch I'ma nuke

Meet me at the motel
Hit it like a cowbell
Singin like Adele
Oooh

38 special
Lets gets sexual
Hit it on the menstrual
Oooh

Cocaine cowboy
Ridin on the highway
Up too late aint slept in like 5 days

Puttin in the work from Monday to Friday
Tennessee whiskey got me walking sideways

Aint no rest for the wicked
Money don’t grow on trees
I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed and aint nothin in this world for free
You know I can’t slow down I can’t stop now oh you know I wish I could
Oh there aint no rest for the wicked until we close our eyes for good

She said I fuck like a God
I told her just call me zeus
She said she don’t have a man
I told her just tell the truth

Caught in the middle I'm stuck
Good thing I don’t give a fuck
Money on me I got bucks
Bitch I work hard so don’t call it luck

Got this drink in my cup and I'm feeling amazing
Walk in the room and I got these hoes gazing
My shit is on fire its hot its blazing
My life is a movie directed by Martin Scorsese

Cocaine cowboy
Certified sicko
Bitcoin papi
Got a lot of crypto
Sell it when its high then buy it on the dips tho
777 hit the jackpot I'm rich ho

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