Letra de MY WAY / CODEINE COWBOY - LUCKI

Ayy, ayy, I'm on super-duper, uh

Ayy, ayy

I'm on super-duper space time, ho can't get a call back

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm on super-duper space time, ho can't get a call back

Why you fakin' like you through with me? Wouldn't leave if there was two of me

Fast cars and pretty girls, 'cause what else I'ma do with it?

Still gettin' high in a drought, but I ask the drink man, now I ain't losin' it

Everything my way, everything my way and she cool with it

Rap about it but do this shit, rap about it and boot the bitch

James Bond, AMG, twenty racks gon' get like two of them

[?] she not my bitch, my bad, she cool with it

Thirty dollars for a Crush, I'ma put way more of the deuce in it

Me and her been goin' good, but the bitch so pretty, might ruin it

Make her say, "I can't be over there," like I wanna be there if it's you and them

I want less than five percent 'cause I think they could still see jewelry

Nigga don't like I talk too much, I know what's up, he cool with me

I fuck her, she wanna be AJ

Give her high hat, young and a payday

Can't teach you because I know

He scary, so he gon' go

Got rich and turned to Gotti, they'll both hit for me in the lobby

Is he on three drugs like probably

He a hipster, but he won't—

You know, ha

Ayy

Ayy, I'm on super-duper space time, ho can't get a call back

I'm on super-duper space time, ho can't get a call back

Why you fakin' like you through with me? Wouldn't leave if there was two of me

Fast cars and pretty girls, 'cause what else I'ma do with it?

Still gettin' high in a drought, but I ask the drink man, now I ain't losin' it

Everything my way, everything my way and she cool with it

Man, I'm on super-duper space time, ho can't get a call back

I'm on, I'm on, I'm on

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, I'm on

Ho can't get a call back

Neptune

(GOONTEX) Ayy, ayy (BrentRambo), ayy, I'm coolin' where I'm loved, drinkin'— (I'm not no lame though, shoutout to Samsson)

Ayy, ayy

Coolin' where I'm loved, drinkin' codeine with my thugs

We ain't what we was, but it's still different 'cause we blood

Realest junkie you know, pretty and she lie good

New York ho a dub, give a Houston ho her son

Ayy, look, ayy

You doin' you, I think it's cool though, ayy

You doin' you, I think it's cool though, 'specially if you look better

Everybody watchin', watchin' every comment

Turn into a giant but at home, you keep it quiet

Rockstar drugs, I'm on

I'm on rockstar drugs, pop star bitches

G.I. Joe guns, gotta shoot for every business

Dreamer and a lover, I play God when I get bored

In the city and I miss you, I might bring you on a tour

Rockstar drugs, 'Raq nigga mental

American muscle cars, loud and fast like the bitches

Ayy, ayy

I can't cry over the bitch because my— ayy

I can't cry over the bitch because my brother gone

Know it's brazy in that mix, just gotta make it home

I could see how much I miss you through the styrofoam

I'm on, I'm on (GOONTEX)

Ayy

Ayy, I'm coolin' where I'm—

Ayy, ayy, I'm coolin' where I'm loved, drinkin' codeine with my thug

We ain't was, but it's still different 'cause we—

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