all cot up lyrics – spm

[south park mexican:]
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 *ss 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 n*body f*ck-up my dreams, so i pack bubble gum machines
everybody wanna wanna wanna be the king, b*tch get off my ding-a-ling
i’ll soke yo’ *ss 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’ b*tch & rock a g, now b*tch get yo’ *ss of a me
kick her out my f*ckin’ room, now they wakin’ me up at noon
f*ck that sh*t 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 h*lla fat
i’m a democrat. what the h*ll is that? take my sh*t better mail it back.

he’s all cot up.
he’s all cot up.
he’s all cot up.
when does the f*ckin’ first command?
he’s all cot up.

[south park mexican:]
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 b*tch 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.

/ spm lyrics