All Cot Up - SPM

All Cot Up - SPM

Год
2001
Язык
`Inglês`
Длительность
260090

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All Cot Up

SPM

I might not know what to say, rollin' up in my mercury

I’m on the sea & private toys, mama told me I had to kill them boys

My homeboy’s name is little troy, me my name is Carlos Coy

Roll on 22 inch alloys, but that’ll never be my pride & joy

My little girl she off the hook, make my ass stop & read a book

On her stove know’n' how to cook, now I know how an angel look

My beauty queen, My billy jean, some they come right in between

I don’t let nobody fuck-up my dreams, so I pack bubble gum machines

Everybody wanna wanna wanna be the king, bitch get off my ding-a-ling

I’ll soke yo' ass in gaseline now listen to my bad girl sing.

He’s All Cot Up.

Me & my boys we sellin' weed, still I gotta slang that pappy

seed

Snatch yo' bitch & rock a G, now bitch get yo' ass of a me

Kick her out my fuckin' room, now they wakin' me up at Noon

Fuck that shit I’ll take my time, I ain’t leave 'til 3: 09

Hold up man now stop the lac, I think I forgot my bomb bomb sack

With my homeboy lonny mack, I’m a smoke 'til I have a uh cardiac

Where my army at, stay on attack, one good shot & we all react

I smell a rat, so I fed the cat, me be cool oh never that

My chedder’s that, I’ll get the gat, both my pockets hella fat

I’m a democrat.

What the hell is that?

Take my shit better mail it back.

He’s All Cot Up.

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He’s All Cot Up.

When does the fuckin' first command?

He’s All Cot Up.

Screwston TX where I roam, bought me a home off a telephone

Took my wife on a trip to rome & bought my girlfriend silicone

That vanilla bone, in the killer zone, 5 foot 9 with high heelers on

I sip batron, flip my phone, left that pearl white bitch alone

Most my friends ain’t around, dead, locked up, or just can’t be found

I keep my little girl safe & sound, daddy gonna buy a cinderella gown

& if that gown should disappear, heaven is real but it isn’t here

You can’t take no souviners, like those diamonds in your ears

Raised my daughter differently 'cause the life I lived won’t set me free

Write my list of enemies & kill them hoes alphabetically

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