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letra de cowboy in new york - that mexican ot

[verse 1]
my mama told me it’s gon’ be okay, i said i believe her
and i ain’t want you to go to heaven, mama, i still need you
you was in the sky, couldn’t recognize, mama, i need to see you
now i questioned god about it all, i’m asking him, “well, what did we do we?”
we ain’t deserve this pain, and why is our world full of rain?
i’m tryna see the green grass on a good bright sunny day
i’m tryna hold my mama and tell her, “don’t worry, mama, i got you”
she taught me, “watch out for that fake love,” so when i see it, i spot you
if you need me, i got you
but don’t cross me, i demand respect
don’t give it and i’ll crop you, and i got crip’s that pop too
i got blood’s down that road to respect locs and the color blue
my heart’s cold, i got no flu, don’t let me sneeze, this—, achoo
creep in the night, black shoes, black shirt and the pants black too
and if you’re not one deep whoever you with, sh-t, they gettin’ capped too
hey, cuz, i might just smack this dude
the people that came with, sh-t, we gon’ cap them too
i’ll make them regret it like a bad tattoo
say you want smoke, take a hit and pass it back and i’ma pass that too
ayy, yo, c4, pass me the tool
run through his crib, i want the cash and the loot
i’ll choke him out until his face turned blue like benjamin franklin
that’s my favorite lo’
they say you want some cannabis, burn ’em down to a roach
i caught him lacking, chit-chattin’ on his grandma’s porch
i’m on the back of the gun, the other side is no fun
y’all think that dude y’all daddy? b-tch, you my son
i had your mama eatin’ my llama for breakfast and lunch
i hung your brother with a shoelace
no face, no case, and now we back to square one
that money callin’, it’s tryna hollar, i’m looking for guala
these nat-nats be tryna sidetrack, man, i tell ’em to stop it
look, right on, huh
[chorus]
smoke me a woody, i’m feelin’ goody, i’m gone
i told the earth, “i’m going out, i’ll be back home”
good dope, good dope, i roll it up, yeah
actavis sipper, i pour a four in my double cup, why?
’cause i’m in love with these drugs
yes, i’m in love with these drugs
b-tch, i’m in love with these drugs
yes, i’m in love with these drugs

[verse 2]
hot like fire when i ignite her, she want me to kiss her
her name’s sativa, she told me indica was her step-sister
she’s from switzerland, the other one’s dutch
and if he’s an alphasoa, hop them over, get rolled up
and i threw him in the backwoods and now he john doe-d up
and i burnt him like a philly, his top lookin’ frizzy
he want some ice smoke, bruh
but if you got five on the white hour, then you might tote somethin’
slingin’ berettas, we down for whatever, my crip just might blow somethin’
and how you mess up rotation? just take a hit and pass it back
and they know how i’m steppin’, i’m from the south side of the map
i’ll be southside steppin’, chin checkin’
that mac-11 will send him to heaven
somebody call up the reverend now

- that mexican ot

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