Cowgirl BeBop

Go girl!
go girl!
go girl!
go girl!

Girl you got self a number one fan
Young but I could prolly be yo old man

And you can be a bop!
Be a bop!
Be a bop!
You can still be a bop!

You prolly never met no nigga like me
You wanna bop aint gotta run that by me

Cowgirl you can share my saddle!
Why you look so saad, oh
Don't worry you ain't gotta stop it
I really love when you be boppin
Boppin
boppin
boppin
boppin
boppin
boppin
boppin
B-b-b-b-boppin!
boppin!
boppin!
boppin!
boppin!
boppin!
boppin!

I be like como te llamas
Nice to meet you lil mama
Yo soy desayunito
You can call me Mukama
I be stacking them commas
And my llama love drama
Never hid from no nigga
Baby I ain't Osama
She said "Do niggas be hating"
I said "Yeah sorta kinda"
Cause they all wanna be me
And they hoes sorta fine, uh
I pull up in the red zone
Ain't shit, I'll pay the fine, uh
They get weak in the knees
And send a chill down they spine, uh
I'm the type to buy bottles
GTR go full throttle
10s and up at my table
Only fuck with them models
If you fucking with me then
Bitch, you just hit the lotto
Pocket rocket got power
Call that shit my lil Otto
I'm both icy and hot
Yeah, I'm the big Aristotle
Like em Black, White, and Latin
Indian and mulatto
I be talking in Russian
Drive Italian autos
My G-wagon titanic
Kinda like Leonardo

Go girl!
go girl!
go girl!
go girl!

Girl you got self a number one fan
Young but I could prolly be yo old man

And you can be a bop!
Be a bop!
Be a bop!
You can still be a bop!

You prolly never met no nigga like me
You wanna bop aint gotta run that by me

Cowgirl you can share my saddle!
Why you look so saad, oh
Don't worry you ain't gotta stop it
I really love when you be boppin
Boppin
boppin
boppin
boppin
boppin
boppin
boppin
B-b-b-b-boppin!
boppin!
boppin!
boppin!
boppin!
boppin!
boppin!

Baby luh butter so gutta
I got cheese like the gouda
Baby I mean the Gouda
Pockets fat like the Buddha
I hope he out the pen
Shit, I miss my nigga Buddha
Baby take out a pen pen
Imma be yo lil tutor
I'll show you how to get flee
And take you to my jeweler
Diamonds dancing like church
And my wrist on hallelujah
Baby don't get too cozy
Know I ain't scared to lose ya
Indiana hoes calling
You get left for a Hoosier



Credits
Writer(s): Mukama Madoshi
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