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she could always cop a feel Them niggas ain't cotton picking but they stuck inside that field I hope Tay don't go bananas Fucked up tryna get an appeal
Take you back to a cotton field In the heart of Louisiana Little boy about nine years old Sings a song in the heat of the day Mama cried when her
chased through the fields with the dogs on my heels By the law, now I know how the roadrunner feels Went from Negro Spirituals to Hip-hop Quotables cuz
ten in the cotton fields Playing horseshoe with the coloured kids I tried to kiss her, she grabbed a baseball bat I was waiting on June, I hope she
put your luggage on we You ain't keep the same energy for the du Pont's and Carnegie's We was in your cotton fields, now we sippin' on these, on me
poles Mountaineers just won by field goals Makin' them city folks pay the toll This land was paid for by cotton and coal Way back there in them hills
Man you hell of a pussy for The shit you did last night I could tell you nervous right now by How you moving your hands right Yeah please don't fuck
If I could stick my hand in my heart Spill it all over the stage Would it satisfy you Would it slide on by you Would you think the boy is strange
(Yeah, what can i say... This just life as we know it, from here) Fresh off of his porch wit a brand new field report Them boys done came up in
If I could stick my hand in my heart Spill it all over the stage Would it satisfy you Would it slide on by you Would you think the boy is strange
Build it up bar by bar, Young Just tryna enjoy my sex on the beach As a beautiful Jazmin flower garnishes my drink Grace sits next to me, sipping
motherfucker Your great grandfather tied a ball And chain to my balls And bounced me through a cotton field While I lived in an unflushable toilet bowl And now
Boss Dog Player Villain in the field Little brother is a Slayer I kill it if I can yuh Give me your hand now We taking a trip Under the moon, fire by
of national security, making anti-muck out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by you and me
First with your hands and then with your mouth. A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds. I was a fool, you were my friend. We made it happen.
a shade darker But we made our own America on this cotton field Till we got a black millionaire for every Emmett Till I'm representin', I'm representin',
slappin' this song, they say I'm wrong 'Cause I be poppin' it at these hoes, fo' tears when I'm off patron Sucker repellent cologne I put on, when I leave my
Swift Wrote her own songs I couldn't believe it till I read it That's when I knew I was sexist Are you gonna take the deal? Know I love the cotton field
song gets sung He wants to hang So he gets hung He's chasing father figures A real son of a gun I don't cotton to the coffin nails Caught up
music No excuses I feel marvelous by the way Look uh, first off, I'm poppin' nigga, fuck all y'all Y'all lucky I don't let this thing touch all
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