Top Songs By Tommy Cash
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tommy Cash
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tommy Cash
Composer
Alexander Guy Cook
Composer
Tomas Tammemets
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexander Guy Cook
Producer
Lyrics
I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day
I'm cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky like a
Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way
They call me god, all the bitches just play
I'm lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky all the way
Smile on my face, why the sky so grey?
I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray?
Sorry what? I didn't hear what you say
Oh lord, I think I got a problem
Woke up in a Harlem, we forget it then I got em
Yeah, dick in her ass, huh, smoother, huh, yeah
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
Dick in her ass, her pussy smells like seaweed
Run with the aqua man, I could eat a kiwi
Moet on my peepee and you still don't believe me
I'm so rare, you will never see me
On my tongue, girl, la-la-la
Peeling my ba-na-na-na
From a world of sta-mi-na
Sounds like pa-na-na-na
Kiss girls cause I can talk fast
(A.g. cook, live from news twenty thousand)
Gopnik on the streets, Dostoyevsky on the sheets
Kanye east with my words, best friend with your clit, yeah
Pussy tastes like cork screw, bitches call me scissorhands
Not good for fingering but they might cut hella bands
Got a way with words, I'm good with my mouth
I be living in the streets because that song burned my house
It's getting hot in here if we measure by the temperature
Got the fifth gear in smoking (wow) with agents and managers
I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day
I'm cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky like a
Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way
They call me god, all the bitches just play
I'm cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky like a
Smile on my face, why the sky so grey?
I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray?
Sorry a.g. I didn't hear what you say
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