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Post Malone - Spaceships on Sunsets | Beerbongs and Bentleys

A capella cover of Plastic 100°C by Sampha.
I do not own any of the lyrics and/or melodies in this cover; they are owned by the song's label and/or songwriters.

Plastic 100°C (Sampha Cover)(A Capella)

Written and Performed by: Randall Baby and Dave from Horny Cow Prostitution Services
Beat By: OP Beats
Lyrics:
Randall Baby wanna ride that cowboy
Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup!
Hung like a horse, wanna ride that cowboy!
Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup!
Randall Baby wanna ride that cowboy
Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup!
Hung like a horse, wanna ride that cowboy!
Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup!

Out on the ranch with a whip in my hand,
There he stands, he's a man with a whip in his pants.
I began to advance my way down the dry land
This is just what I planned, Yes he now understands

Bending down on the ground, pants are down and cock is out
Whip is ready, ass is steady, crack it and I hear him shout
Then I pull my own pants down, raging hard cock is out
Plunge it deep into his ass, I enjoy it, yeah no doubt

Yee haw! Yee haw! That's all you hear him scream
Yee haw! Yee haw! My penis makes him cream
He says to stop, I want the reigns, But babe I still got steam
I said "Turn over, bitch cowboy, I want to ride that steed!"

I got on top of his fat cock and worked it to full mast
Then I went off, grinding it hard until I felt a blast
He came again, oh boy goddamn, not much time has passed
Babe I'm so good, at getting rammed, I should get some cash


Randall Baby wanna ride that cowboy
Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup!
Hung like a horse, wanna ride that cowboy!
Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup!
Randall Baby wanna ride that cowboy
Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup!
Hung like a horse, wanna ride that cowboy!
Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup! Giddyup!

My name is Dave, I'm working hard but I'm tired out right now
Normally I'm fuckin cows but I'm getting fucked right now
My ass is wrecked, my balls are dry, my field is getting plowed
But by golly, Randall wants more, so I better make him proud

I pop a couple pills, to make me hard again
I steady my steed, make cock and ass connect
Back and forth like a rocking chair, I fuck his tight behind
But after a bit he pulls back out, I then ask him "why?"

Randall Baby — Ride That Cowboy (ft. Dave from Horny Cow Prostitution Services)

Written and Recorded by: Randall Baby and Tic-Tac-Toe Guru
Beat produced by: nk beats
Lyrics:
(Randall Baby) Randall walkin down the street just talkin
Wonderin if anybody else would be followin
Not literally, that would just be stalkin
But would I rather be home alone, like Macaulay Caulkin?
Hehe... I know he's overreferenced but I just wanna show deference
to the legend who survived the other robbers' death threats
In that sense I know I have it better than most
But at the same time there are times where I feel like toast
Buttered up, then burnt when I'm ready to boast
about all the good things that have since gone ghost.
Johnathan's in jail because he failed to exhale when the cop
pulled him over 'cuz he started to sail on and off the road
Man his face was so pale;  when the window rolled down, there was another male in his lap sucking him like he was under the table like he didn't want to be caught his mother Mabel who didn't know he was gay and thought all gays were damn fools.
Conservative Vietnamese praying on her knees every day for the gay to go away,
"They're taking over the culture!" she'd say, when in the end she was praying for her own son's dismay.
I feel sorry for Johnathan and all the other gays but at this point I'm off topic.
He cheated on me; what is that logic!  I fucked him better than any guy he's met, 
including the guy from the New York Jets,
or was it the New York Mets? I don't remember.
They have big bats, or am I just pretending.
I don't even know, but no way he was sober,
the breathalizer had him at .05 over
the legal limit.  Not to mention his side piece was lickin
all the white liquid he had just given
the dirty whore he met the last Christmas.
He was tall and black, just my type.
How do I know? I fucked him last night.
Ruined his reputation, but did it ruin mine?
I don't know, but he said I fucked him just right.
In that regard I guess I'm fine, but what about all that I left behind?
Nobody wants to say a word to me anymore
because they say I'm just a whore.
Every night I pray to Jesus Christ because my ass is feeling tight
but not because I haven't fucked in a fortnight
More because I fear for my life all the time.
Fearing that if I'm not alone I'll be under a knife.
I've fucked too many guys, made them betray too many wives
or husbands, or I'd just fuck them too.
My lifestyle is toxic, like 2014 DJ Mustard.
I'm in every crevase, every hole,
every man in town I guarantee I've done before.
But was it really worth it in the end?
Was it worth all the fucks to not have any friends?

(Tic-Tac-Toe Guru) Do I know?  Do I know what they're really thinking of me?
Do I know?  Do I know what they're really thinking about me?
Was it worth it in the end?  Was it worth it in the end?
To not have any friends? Any friends? Any friends?

Randall Baby — Late Night Walk (ft. Tic-Tac-Toe Guru)

A Cappella cover of Treasure by Sampha.  All lyrics and melodies are owned by their respective record labels/songwriters/etc.

Treasure (Sampha Cover)(A Cappella)

Prod. PREMISE On The BEAT
Performed by Lil Azkaban and Randall Baby
All lyrics written by Lil Azkaban and Randall Baby

St. Jordan (Lil Azkaban x Randall Baby)

Written and Recorded by: Randall Baby
Beat By: CEDAS
Lyrics:
What the fuck? What the fuck? Randall's back again.
Thought my brain was dry, I was busy givin head.
Then I got these boys that wanna ram me for some bread
I just say "I'm Randall Baby, you write ME the check!"

You can call me cocky, but I just one of the best
When I climb up on that bed I'm entering a contest
Baby I'm cutthroat, I might even choke your neck
But Daddy knows you like it, and he knows what to do next

Randall's fucked all types of men, he's always come in first
Fucked younger men and their uncles, had orgies at concerts
Had a fling with an older man whos ex put him in a world of hurt
I was the best he's ever had, does that convince you, sir?

I am not Al Qaeda but I want to make that push
I want to board your plane so bad I really want to insert
No Chaney but my vice is getting your big dick to burst
When your tower falls, I want your semen in my bush

Randall can come in with the fast break or he can take it nice and slow
He can play any position, versatility virtuoso
He prefers to play power forward but he'll play guard if you say so
He'll never pass your balls though, he'll work them on his own

I only fuck the all-stars, and you are one, I know
Good at offense and defense; you're always in the zone
Randall Baby wants it too, he wants to pick and roll
And you know he picks you, so do you want to roll?

It's up to you, baby, but I know you can't say no
No one's ever turned me down, they always wanna bone
My ass bangs like a drum and my drumstick's hard, you know
Play my instrument, don't play that lame dull note

It's up to you, baby, but I know you can't say no
No one's ever turned me down, they always wanna bone
My ass bangs like a drum and my drumstick's hard, you know
Play my instrument, don't play that lame dull note

Randall Baby — Lame Dull Note

Boy, bring that ass back!
Bring that ass back!
Want my penis in your crack?
Boy bring that ass back!

Boy, bring that ass back!
Bring that ass back!
Want my penis in your crack?
Boy bring that ass back!

Randall wanna come in hard,
wanna come in raw doggin bury my bone in your backyard
Ass guard? Fuck that! Stick it like a thumbtack!
If it hurts? Too bad! I just want my nut-sack

Spilled out.  But then I won't chill out.
I will, Boogie Like I'm Doc Will, 
Suck you like I'm Kirby, Baby call me Chilltown,
Fuck me for a half-mill, here in this Big house

Here in the bedroom, there in the kitchen, 
Ariana Grande, switchin up Positions,
Stretchin my shoulders, like I'm Steven Chilton,
Send it to my rear, babe, backdoor shippin'

Slip it in, babe, gimme that dick babe
However you want it, long as I get paid
This is my profession, you just wanna get laid
You gotta pay the price, but babe you'll have a good day

The bigger they come, the harder I cum
The tighter the ass, the more I have fun
I love to work my twelve inch penis around
And make your ass bleed and that makes you aroused

My dick like a saw I slice your ass in half,
But you do not care you just want my giraffe
Even if blood's dripping down to your calf
You want me so bad that you'll take that bloodbath

As my dick pulsates and I take full reign of
Your fat asscheeks and now it's too late I'm
Getting close and now I  ejaculate 
It with blood makes a Strawberry Sunday

Fall to the ground, limp like your big dick
Drained it so dry that it's shrivelled and shrinkin
Layin in blood, so tired you don't care
I snatch all your cash, say good night, and take care!

Randall Baby — Bring That Ass Back

Spittin tobacco out of my mouth
Into this cup next to my house
This what we do down here in the south
Stickin our penises in these here cows 

Bessy over there is a pure breed
She bucks when I fuck, that loyal steed
She's primed and ready, and for a small fee
You can fuck her all day, and yell yee yee!

Sometimes cows don't wanna get railed,
but here at the ranch all we do is impale.
They moo and moo but they never get stale.
And after you're done you drink milk from a pail.

If you aren't into cows, we got bulls too.
For male bestiality, if ya wanna pursue.
They might get mad, like Hitler made the Jews,
but when you release it'll be worth it to you.

Whatever animal you want, I really don't care
You can even fuck, that harse back there
Whatever your pleasure, we've got your treasure
We won't even tell your wife 'bout your animal affair.

Spittin tobacco out of my mouth
Into this cup next to my house
This what we do down here in the south
Stickin our penises in these here cows

Dave from Horny Cow Prostitution Services — This Is What We Do

College kid with too much time on his hands.  Cover singer/comedy rapper under the moniker Tic-Tac-Toe Guru with a comedy rap side project called Randall Baby.

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