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Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Ayo
Who the fuck is this? I think I might know his bitch
Ice on his wrist, pullin' up in the six
Talkin' 'bout he packin' like a flight for a trip
Said he don't drink but he might take a sip
Be on point when you come through to see me
He know all these other bitches really wanna be me
I know how to make a nigga dick get creamy, pussy dreamy
Ayo, one, two, check, one, it's fun too
I get it done too, 40 inch, my front
Will I get it three, four?
Yep, yep, I'm 'bout to ride him like a seesaw
Is that C. Dior?
Do you see? If she don't give you head when you pull up in the V
If she don't bust it open on islands by the sea
K-I-S-S-I-N-G while you rollin' the tree
Rude boy and I pree
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Ayo
Welcome to the show, yeah, this the rodeo
The bull I ride is not mechanical
Peek under my dress, Marilyn Monroe
I got a cowboy, the boy is gung ho
Better than me? Oh, no, not one ho
Big buckle on, his cowboy hat low
Nigga said he pack and I said pack more
Copycats crunchy like a apple
Excuse me, what I gotta do to show these bitches don't amuse me?
Prada, Milan, Italy, yeah, that is what my shoes be
I'ma keep it real with you, so please do not accuse me
If you can't do it three times a night, you're gonna lose me
Yo, babe, pass me the two-piece
The colorful one, must be the poochie, ussy
I know the pussy really juicy
Sparks J, sips tea, cock the Uzi
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Cowgirl
Cowgirl
I'ma ride him
Cowgirl
Cowgirl
Boy, they could never be you
None of them could ever be this cute
Boy-boy, they could never be you
Can't fight, they can never beat you
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl