Lyrics:
I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin' boy
My name Willie McCoy
But down home folks call me Slim
Yea I'm lookin' for the man of 42nd
All you radio stations play a whole lotta crap
It's like I'm hungry at the table and you feedin me scrap
So this one's for the people who can ride
It's talent in the ghetto that we'll have to employ
With melanin in em they'll seek to destroy
I'm a rudeboy, I'm the real mccoy
I'm chocolate all
She's been playin' in a room on the strip for ten years in Vegas
Every night she looks in the mirror and she only ages
She's been readin' about
Hey say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin' boy
My name's Willie McCoy
But down home folks call me Slim
I'm lookin' for the man
Park, it's dark, it's winter in December
I see my target, put my car in park, and approach a tender
Young girl by the name of Brenda, and I pretend
hear no hip-hop jive
Cowgirls lookin' for cowboys
Two-step to that ol' white noise
[Chorus]
I'm talkin' 'bout white noise comin' from the white
country-okie singer
That girl, she's a walk on the wild slide,
She's a day glow radio slow ride, low ride good time
If you see her, tell 'er I'm
Lookin' for
frames by prada,
oh my girl and Jimi Choo
I'm tryna live for the best they say it's not promise,
affraid of what(what)?
Got to know my day coming(i
Look, I’m warm-ups, shorts, jeans, and boots
And the only thing I rap about is beats and rhymes
We think deep by design, you should read my mind
‘Cuz
and it gives a pose
It's too much for me to be givin' to you
Uh, all I'm givin' is some dick in you
Now she agree (uh), I told the bitch to blaze
the H-A double M's
These bars I'm spittin' are so good y'all mistake me for Eminem
O-line's scored on all the time, it's 'cause I'm not in it
Y'all need
badder girls
In a space coupe move faster and faster go
Only fast swear to god I’m not moving slow
Since we came in with less now we want some more
She
shots at your wife and Armstrong
Cruising by, like pink Floyd
Who am i mobbin for the boys
Its about time, hear about my noise
Rap about rhymes, la flame
been living, I might leave it in the past
paper boy since my paper round
until im up, thats how im getting down
been on this path for so long, ima
Stick on me that's Arm & Hammer
Jason mindset gon' and stab him
Please excuse my country grammar
I stand 10 toes like some sandals
3.5 up in my scone
wear
$3000 shirts for real here
And in Stockholm people will
Be like ‘oh dude, it’s a $3000 shirt’
I’m assuming I’m probably wearing a
$2000 shirt but I
a beautiful country
Very special country
A very diverse Country
And by the way
This government has fought for every person who lives in it
Black, white,
the dozen, put it down when they said we wasn't
Trust me it's nothin', just another day in the life for country cousins
It's nothin', I'm from New York but
I like my lovin' country style
I'm only in the city for a while
So when I'm rid you see how I'll head for Tennessee
'Cause I like my lovin' country
to the country
I need a girl who gone say that she love me
Who the fuck is wrong when ya ain't called back
It's been a couple days shorty I could do the math
Tell
cause I can't be checked
Like my soul is outside and left my mind is set
"It's like I'm releasing rage on anybody in squeezing range cold enough to make
gotten her period (uh)
Yeah I can tell it's a struggle for you
Seeing this happen with me and this rapping
I'm doing just what I been wanted to do
I
Young McCoy, yuh
This shit is for all you mumble rap motherfuckers
Specifically, no one else
Y'all better pay attention
Now I’m walking by these
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