Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Cot Up, artist - SPM. Date of issue: 05.11.2001
Song language: English
All Cot Up |
| 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. |
| He’s All Cot Up. |
| 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 |
| Uh. |
| He’s All Cot Up. |
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| He’s All Cot Up. |
| Yeah. |
| He’s All Cot Up. |
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| He’s All Cot Up. |