Cowboy ft. Reese Green Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
( Where the lights are shining on me!!! )
Whip the lasso, cause it's time to saddle up
Got a third strike, second chance, batter up
Last boy scout, you don't wanna battle bruh
Real in the streets, you fake in a chapel
Me and Reese, hungry for the beef
White castle…
Harold, Kumar
Fighting fat bastards
Got the light, shining on me…
Energizer logo
Buck wild, came back with my mojo
Chuck Norris on that 7up commercial
Cut like diameters in a circle
My light green, while these fiends smoke purple
They geeked up Carl, Steve Urkel
I got bars like bulls running stampedes
Haters sing and cry, Micah Stampley
Studio monster when I'm amped B
Punchline stethoscope, cause they can't breathe
Rich folks, donkeys…
Cause they jackass
I'm going 0 to 100 on your half-ass
I make the streets sensitive like a neck rash
My flow, air, fly over like a jet lag
Dirty player in the game like Ric Flair
Undefeated young champ, when I'm in here
Mouths running, till' I put that ass in gear
Put my Timberland boot, in ya damn rear
On speed like a mustang
Still hot like sun tans
Clean cowards like dust pans
Somersault on the track like stuntman
Bash heads like a hick in a bar fight
With the hottest cowgirl and she no dike
Fight dudes, corporates with the pinstripe
Looking for a cowboy with the hood life
Hood boy, blue rhinestone, J's on
Hood down, chill face like Trayvon
Chicks love me, long time like Avon
Get head, 8 hours, like a day job
More stars, than Dallas Cowboys
Watch em' fumble on the field like Romo
FM, going hard, see the logo
Charts going down, up like a yo-yo
Marlboro Men, when we in the damn booth
Smoke 16's, loud for the crowd boost
Working like secretaries, for the town loot
Killing mics, whether noisy or they soundproof
Ay, yo, Gotit!
You got the stu, I got them rhymes, boy
You talk that work, I'm at your house, boy
Ay, yo, Reese, what's good, homie
I'm a rhinestone cowboy
Fine red bone of a cow town
Nursery rhyme niggas how now, brown cow
900 weight from a hundred thou, wow
Fake nigga, bow down
Bitch broke my heart, but I never bow down
I love them anyway, I'm handcuffing them
Handcuff a trend, handcuff a friend
Handcuff a man, handcuff my dreams
Handcuff my ambition so it sings
Reading between the lines, but I'm following my dreams
Malcolm X by any means
Feeling like a cutty, looking for some cutty
Little buddy, little, little buddy
Met a little buddy, put me on with a other little buddy
Now we all living lovely
Rhinestone cowboy
Rhinestone cowboy
Rick James with the cowboy hat
Got some bitches down, we should just match
Iron sharper, iron in the eggs, we'll hatch
Never get attached
To that nigga, though, slack
Slack, slack, slack
Break it right back
Fuck the money up and I made it right back
Ten toes down, make money on my back
I'm proactive, I don't react