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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. He's All Cot Up. He's All Cot Up. He's All Cot Up. He's All Cot Up. He's All Cot Up. He's All Cot Up. He's All Cot Up. He's All Cot Up. He's All Cot Up. He's All Cot Up. Yeah. He's All Cot Up. He's All Cot Up. He's All Cot Up. He's All Cot Up. He's All Cot Up.
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