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Song Lyric “All Cot Up”

[South Park Mexican:]
I might not know what to say, rollin' up in my mercury
I'm on the sea & private toys, mama taught me how to kill them boys
My homeboys 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. [x4]

[South Park Mexican:]
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 till 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 till I have a uh cardiac
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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 fat, 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.

[South Park Mexican:]
Screwston TX where I roam, bought me home off a telephone
Took my wife on a trip to rome, bought girlfriend silicone
That vanilla bone, in the killer zone, 5 foot 9 with high heelers on
I sipp 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
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Write my list of enemies & kill them hoes alphabetically
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