Lyrics:
aint nikki door
Pour a guiness on your floor
A bitch stout
Not for clout
But cause im wavin' like a Shore
Uhh
Up next my turn
Gimme cheques ive earned
rifle by my side
And over my coffin put a bottle of brandy
That the cowboys may drink as they carry me along"
"Go fetch me some water, a cool cup
a cool drink of water
On a hot a hot summer night
She was with her friends
I was with a few of my own
She said they were going downtown
To the big rock
readers
Wiley Wiley
Yeah, that's one of the achievers
Most of my gyal dem are cool
But some of them are divas
You win some, lose some
Then you've
the heel together
Pretending no one could tell
But long story short, I failed
I RIP'D my new grail
Now I'm going round in circles
Just shrinking inside my
Sun-kissed baby
Sat by the lemon tree
I Think the sun has maxed-out your melanin
Coz I burn up whenever you look my way
Peach iced teas
for falling in love
I’m head-over-heels but I’m finding it tough
To play it cool when I look in your eyes
Tell me that your left hand come in my size
blowing smoke
But them boots ain't even broke
Why don't you cool it cowboy
(Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy)
Saw you from the corner of my eye
Pulling up a seat
Turn it up ya feel the beat
Spit that fire bring the heat
Smoke until you cough n wheeze
Raise the roof get off the seat
Leave my mark call it beast
Those heels lift you up where you fit me right, said oh
You already got it on oh baby
Tell me what's better than the two of us
Cause you by yourself is
the gut with no trace of Tom Hanks
So put this in yo' jaw like wieners and beef franks
[Chorus]
I put too much sugar in my Kool Aid
And party like
Gucci's
Heels on with your fat coochie
The way ya spillin', you seducin' me
Take time, create, yeah, my legend is straight now
Your inner vibe's
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
I gave you everything
You were never satisfied
I never wanted anything
Your love got me so high
Now i see you walking by
Walking down my street
You
they wanna see me believin' (Rain)
Lately I walk through money heel, motherfucker we not give (it's right)
New clothes in my wardrobe yeah I do by daily
Count the money yeah
Right a check travel to the moon
Hop in My spaceship make it go Vroom vroom yeah
Prada baby looking so cool
Hundred thousand for
and some lobster
If it's cool, we can jump in my jacuzzi pool, see what that monkey do
Just wanna slide with you
Intuitive motion like she was fluid
Bodys'
Tryna be humble, man, I ain't tryna kill
They walk on my heels, my heels made of steel
That's no oil my spill, I burnt off the wheel
She ate up
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your
her stealin' from her daddy and her mother
Sellin' rocks to the scandalous ass clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that
and I
knife and my shooter,
My spurs on my heels, my rifle by my side.
And over my coffin put a bottle of brandy,
That the cowboys may drink as they carry me
at the reflection of my foreign car by are & are
I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel
You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel
of my foreign car by are & are
I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel
You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel
I
As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden
The wounded flowers were dangling from the vine
I was passing by yon cool crystal fountain
Someone
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