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yung cowboy - groovy lyrics

im dan dan the mattress man
(windex spraying sounds)
ay

(are you from da south)
yung cowboy keepin this groovy
cadillac with the stacks like im brucie
guns on the racks like its call of duty
sittin on my lap is all the p+ssy
yung cowboy keepin this groovy
whipping cream with the ice cream smoothie
got me getting woozie with rosy, keepin it groovy

chevy gang (ay)
redfoot injun with the 6.2 liter engine
i’ve drippin sauce like a fountain, whipping cream on a mountain
pull up to the 2a convention in the 4th dimension (ay)
i love me some dimensions
dressed in them clean clothes, i’m a gentlеman (ay)
boyardee ravioli for lunch (ay)
spam’s my hunch, breakfast and lunch (mmm)
flex season with thе gravy
fondu with the drippy cheese ‘n
cold like a michigan breeze
my neck looking cold i freeze (brrr)
i’m lightning mcclean
fast like mcqueen, delivering sl!ck
got the ac, hair blowing while she on my d+ck
(you motherf+cker)
i ain’t f+cked your mother, but you might wanna text ya sister (d+mn)
when i open up the door, the breeze come in, i glister
hit em with the pink chrysler (ay)
call em hoes up, tell em i ditched her (my girl)
flexing with your ex, i kiss her
5 foot 6 im like a munchkin
pull up, 5 at the pumpkin (patch)
in the rap game like jackie moon im dunkin (ay)
frozen like winters settled months in (ay)
got the sharpie drip
sweet talk your girl gimme the toothpaste (cavity)
yung cowboy keepin this groovy
cadillac with the stacks like im brucie
guns on the racks like its call of duty
sittin on my lap is all the p+ssy
yung cowboy keepin this groovy
whipping cream with the ice cream smoothie

pulling walmart hoes call me gravity
18 hoes and you stress bout your mother im f+ckin her
cookin sh+t like im betty crocker (ay)
spraying sh+t with that windex like im billy mays
im keeping sh+t extra clean ain’t teachin my ways
(pour the mrs b+tterworths on them f+ckers
lightning might come after the thunder
but i come all over your mother)
don’t need a vibe check, b+tch im yung cowboy
listing my sh+t under rap and smooth jazz
serenade your girl and mom with that sinatra jazz and i grab theyre ass
piped your mother thrice, now i’m at the diner
f+cked your girl, there’s nothing finer
she’s clean like listerine (stayin white)
waiting on mr clean (ay)
pink cadillac
girls adding me on the snapchat
my ass makin them fat stacks
i’m doing all i can and just enjoy it cause it’s a boogie wonderland
too much flexing, too much s+xing
too much texting, too much messing
pink honda civic with your moms booty extra thicc
yung cowboy keepin this groovy
cadillac with the stacks like im brucie
guns on the racks like its call of duty
sittin on my lap is all the p+ssy
yung cowboy keepin this groovy
whipping cream with the ice cream smoothie

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