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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SPM
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Coy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Randy Ramirez
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I might not know what to say
Rolling up in my Mercury
I'm on the sea in private toys
Mama told me I had to kill them boys
My homeboy's name is Lil' Troy
Me and my name is Carlos Coy
Roll on twenty two inch alloy
But that'll never be my pride and joy
My little girl she off the hook
Make my ass stop and read a book
On her stove knowin' how to cook
Now I know how an angel look
My beauty queen my Billie Jean
Some they come right in between
Won'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 your ass in gasoline
Now listen to my fat girl sing
[Verse 2]
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
[Verse 3]
Me and my boys, we sellin' weed
Still I gotta sling that poppy seed
Snatch your bitch and rock a G
Now, bitch, get your ass offa me
Kick her out my fuckin' room
Now they waking me up at noon
Fuck that shit, I take my time
I ain't leave till three o'nine
Hold up, man, now stop the lac
I think I forgot my bon, bon sack
With my homeboy Lonnie Mac
I'ma smoke till I have a cardiac
Where my army at, stay on attack
One good shot and we all react
I smell a rat so I fed the cat
Me be cool, oh, never that
My cheddars stacked, I get the gat
Both my pockets hella fat
I'ma Democrat, what the hell is that?
Take my shit better mail it back
[Verse 4]
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 up
[Verse 5]
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
A vanilla bone in the killer zone
Five foot nine with high heelers on
I sip Patrón, 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 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
Raise my daughter differently
'Cause the life I live won't set me free
Write my list of enemies
And kill them hoes alphabetically
[Verse 6]
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
Hey, oh
He's all cot up
[Verse 7]
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
He's all cot up
Written by: Carlos Coy