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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: EVE - Cowboy[Verse 1] Uh, cmon, uh, yo, yo Niggas they drug her up like liquid How she dish shit Man, woman, boy and girl got addicted Damn she flipped it, when gone they missed it Been on cuz, they cant stop her climb Nigga you digs it? Want that, Well you can keep that Cuz other bitches out there wack but you cant see that E-V is top notch, I had to spot watch To make sure I made it mine Cuz you cant cock block, came up Fucked the game up Now your record sales is weak but you cant blame us Cuz none can tame us, the gamell never drain us Cuz we gon stop your shine And it remains us Its all good, you takin everything sweet But its the problems and the pressure that they cant see Im tryin to make a quick flip Nigga can you dig this? Shit is real, make a mil forever be that rich bitch CHORUS: Where my niggas at? [WHAT] Where my thugs at? [WHAT] Where my niggas gettin stacks? You know where we at Now where my bitches at? [WHAT] Where my hoes at? [WHAT] Where my bitches chasin stacks? You know where we at [Verse 2] Uh, yo They callin me a savage Cuz I gotta have it I aint work this hard not to ball and live lavish And let some clown take my shine like I aint workin overtime I refuse to fuck up, and lose my place I got in line, huh Bitch please Erased your name with ease And it was nothin, caught you stuntin got no room to breathe Only into big things All day spit game Tryin to put my people up on paper before shit change I be up, late night Tryin to get my papes right After every show, I gotta go, I got a late flight Thought they had us figure out Cuz we pullin figures out Not that bitch, who is she and whats that nigga Swizz about? Questions start to come about Thought my time was runnin out But never cuz Im better under pressure, guess you figured out Stop all the dumb shit I came to run shit Think Im leaving, not at all Im havin to much fun shee-it CHORUS [Verse 3] Uh, yo Yall niggas must be buggin out The industry we dug it out We always keep it gangsta we change what yall be talkin bout Some get away with bullshit But they the ones who drown quick Back on the block, hustlin, scrapin money up to buy a brick Too late, cuz its over now I done shut this whole shit down Yeah its me again, you outta touch bitch, fix your frown Cmon! Cmon! Uh! Uh! What! What! Cmon! BOUNCE [30X] CHORUS |
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