All Cot Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: South Park Mexican] I might not know what to say Rollin' up in my Mercury I'm on the sea and private toys Momma taught me how to kill them boys My homeboys name is Lil' Troy Me, my name is Carlos Coy Roll on tweenty-two inch alloys But that'll neva be my pride and joy My lil' girl she off the hook Make my ass stop and 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 soak yo ass in gasoline Now, listen to my fat girl sing [Chorus: Ayana] He's all cot up He's all cot up He's all cot up He's all cot up [Verse 2: South Park Mexican] Me and my boys we sellin' weed Still, I gotta slang that pappy seed Snatch yo bitch and rock her, G Now, bitch, get yo ass of a me Kick her out my fuckin' room Now, they waken me up at noon Fuck that shit i'll take my time I ain't leave till 3:09 Hold up, maan, now stop the 'Lac I think I forgot my bom-bom sack With my homeboy Lonny Mack I'ma smoke till I have a, uh, cardiac Where my army at? Stay on attack One good shot and we all react I smell a rat, so I feed the cat Me be cool? Oh, neva that My chedda's fat, I'll get the gat Both of my pockets hella fat I'ma democrat, what the hell is that? Take my shit, betta mail it back [Chorus: Ayana] He's all cot up He's all cot up He's all cot up When does the fuckin' verse come in? He's all cot uuuup [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] Screwston, Texas where I roam Bought me a home off a Telephone Took my wife on a trip to Rome And bought my girlfriend silicone That vanilla bone In the killa zone Five-foot-nine with high heellas on I sip Patrón, flip my phone Left that pearl white bitch alone Most of my friends ain't around Dead, locked up, or just can't be found I keep my lil' girl safe and sound Daddy gonna buy a Cinderella gown And if that gown should disappear Heaven is real but it isn't here You can't take no souvenirs Like those diamonds in your ears Raised my daughter differently 'Cause the life I live won't set me free Write my list of enemies And kill them hoes alphabetically Uuhh [Chorus: Ayana] 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 Ay, all, 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