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letra de row your boat - cole myer

row row row your boat gently down the stream
i gotta go and make some money and they said i’m way too clean gotta

i don’t give a d-mn, you know who i am
i walk in the building i send you to camp
i walk in the building they know who i am
i glow in the night in the dark like a lamp
i’m sending the post, all these b-tches like stamps
i made the b-tch bleed and i’m giving her cramps
ew, you f-ck that b-tch and that b-tch gave you crabs
i f-ck a b-tch and i dab up her dad
you can have s-x with my ex and i ain’t really mad
she thinking of me when you hit from the back
aye that’s my bad bro i just know i do it better
cause i know i make waves, it’s a storm check thе weather
you can cheat on that b-tch and thеn i go and tell her
she ain’t cheating on me that little p-ssy know better

when i give her d-ck it stretch out her hips
i made that b-tch scream, she grab and she grip
she think its a dream like she stuck in a blip
since 2004 b-tch i know i’m the sh-t
i know its my time i said i gotta grind i just put on that b-tch and that b-tch doing lines
i feel like teen x, pop an x and i’m fine
i said we’ll be good as long you know you mine
i’m k!lling it up in that p-ssy obliterate it
she said she hate me she said inconsiderate
i don’t give a d-mn b-tch you stank and you hideous
doofenshmirtz lab i be up like i’m phineas
hitting that, from the back she said give me it
got a rack, from the back its prohibited
make it clap, and my options unlimited
spank his ass, like that boy just got disciplined

teach him a lesson, i pull up i’m not nice
teach him a lesson, i pull up in all ice
you like a sixth grader rocking axe i be rocking old spice
i’ve been sleeping in the crib seven days seven nights
don’t get out a lot, gotta hit the top, my sh-t gotta be perfect for it drop
i’m a villainous villain, i don’t care about how you feeling, i pull up i beat you in any spot
i call up lil shottz and he hold down the block
let me put down the pan and then pick up the pot
see me buy up a lake, see me buy up a yacht
i got plenty of b-tches and most of them hot
in the field like tom brady i’m throwing a dot
i got plenty of b-tches tryna suck on my c-ck
you can see me in vegas give a f-ck bout the slots
i got plenty of b-tches tryna love me a lot

give a f-ck bout a drug, give a f-ck bout a b-tch
i see red like the devil i’m throwing up six
like a dog on the d-ck that little b-tch doing tricks
like a cowgirl get a little b-tch from the sticks
see me throwing up four but i wish its an o
i see cops at my door got me banging and go
like the cheddar keep coming i’m rolling in dough
got these stupid white women tryna pay me in snow
if we gone f-ck its got stay on the low and i said it’s not your fault but no one got know
put on my cape i’m a super hero, i’m saving these women like robert de niro
get on my back and i pay her in euros
i told that little b-tch give me face give me deep throat
i’m running the ball up the court see me dribble the ball
up the court and the crowd yelling d rose
i don’t give a sh-t you know who i am, i got my little choppa my choppa gon’ blam
i don’t give a d-mn, you know who i am
i walk in the building i send you to camp
i walk in the building they know who i am
i glow in the night in the dark like a lamp
i’m sending the post, all these b-tches like stamps
i made the b-tch bleed and i’m giving her cramps
ew, you f-ck that b-tch and that b-tch gave you crabs
i f-ck a b-tch and i dab up her dad
you can have s-x with my ex and i ain’t really mad
she thinking of me when you hit from the back
aye that’s my bad bro i just know i do it better
cause i know i make waves, it’s a storm check the weather
you can cheat on that b-tch and then i go and tell her
she ain’t cheating on me that little p-ssy know better

- cole myer

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