| I might not know what to say, rollin' up in my mercury
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| I’m on the sea & private toys, mama told me I had to kill them boys
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| My homeboy’s name is little troy, me my name is Carlos Coy
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| Roll on 22 inch alloys, but that’ll never be my pride & joy
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| My little girl she off the hook, make my ass stop & read a book
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| On her stove know’n' how to cook, now I know how an angel look
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| My beauty queen, My billy jean, some they come right in between
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| I don’t let nobody fuck-up my dreams, so I pack bubble gum machines
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| Everybody wanna wanna wanna be the king, bitch get off my ding-a-ling
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| I’ll soke yo' ass in gaseline now listen to my bad girl sing.
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| He’s All Cot Up. |
| Me & my boys we sellin' weed, still I gotta slang that pappy
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| seed
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| Snatch yo' bitch & rock a G, now bitch get yo' ass of a me
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| Kick her out my fuckin' room, now they wakin' me up at Noon
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| Fuck that shit I’ll take my time, I ain’t leave 'til 3: 09
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| Hold up man now stop the lac, I think I forgot my bomb bomb sack
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| With my homeboy lonny mack, I’m a smoke 'til I have a uh cardiac
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| Where my army at, stay on attack, one good shot & we all react
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| I smell a rat, so I fed the cat, me be cool oh never that
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| My chedder’s that, I’ll get the gat, both my pockets hella fat
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| I’m a democrat. |
| What the hell is that? |
| Take my shit better mail it back.
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| He’s All Cot Up.
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| He’s All Cot Up.
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| He’s All Cot Up.
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| When does the fuckin' first command?
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| He’s All Cot Up.
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| Screwston TX where I roam, bought me a home off a telephone
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| Took my wife on a trip to rome & bought my girlfriend silicone
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| That vanilla bone, in the killer zone, 5 foot 9 with high heelers on
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| I sip batron, flip my phone, left that pearl white bitch alone
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| Most my friends ain’t around, dead, locked up, or just can’t be found
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| I keep my little girl safe & sound, daddy gonna buy a cinderella gown
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| & if that gown should disappear, heaven is real but it isn’t here
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| You can’t take no souviners, like those diamonds in your ears
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| Raised my daughter differently 'cause the life I lived won’t set me free
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| Write my list of enemies & kill them hoes alphabetically
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| Uh.
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| He’s All Cot Up.
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| He’s All Cot Up.
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| Yeah.
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| He’s All Cot Up.
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