Lyrics:
them panties off/because she know I'm boss//but we don't play with sex toys/we got the real thing/that will make scream/ 32 flavor of that ice cream/that
These feelings feel like I'm floating
I learned to go with the motion
Cause life ain't always easy
I know alotta y'all coping
Still looking for omens
By
Came clutch automatic like I got a mod on
007 don't care what these fucking lames on
She blow me while the foreign chillin' by the Pond
All style all
nigga got put, he ain't know no better
Turn his cotton shirt to leather
Watch his cotton shirt get redder
Lil nigga shoulda brought his sweater
They want
on the Leer (whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee)
got something up
My sleeves
This Tux is deluxe
Italy
Double o badge on me
Know some OGs
Hopefully you don't see their goldfinger squeeze
Takes one call
be minding their business
No nuance
Trans people minding their business
No nuance
White wokes tryna be victims
You know you wrong
Cotton on your shirt
And this is for the homies
I'm talking bout the swap meets, Rollie
Chain-wearing niggas with the white tee
Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we
Sunlight in my eyes
Please don't make me blind
What happens in this life
At least this is nice
Because who knows when I'm leaving
Til then I'm cotton candy
at her knockers
Cotton mouth and silver tongue
I am a smooth talker
I don't know that bitch
I don't even talk to her
Helicopter
Prescription not by doctors
It's a contact high that you give me
I'm working for the verses
But the cotton mouth has got me
I can't seem to say what I wanna say
I had it in my
‘Cause I’m a little bumblebee without a single clue
I am bumping into everyone ‘cause I don’t know what to do
Oh cotton boys with cotton toys
Should
Dip, baby, dip (just dip baby)
Cotton candy, sweetie go
Let me see the Tootsee Roll
I don't know what you've been told
It ain't the butterfly,
Dip, baby, dip (just dip baby)
Cotton candy, sweetie go
Let me see the Tootsee Roll
I don't know what you've been told
It ain't the Butterfly,
Ha he, he!
Why Mix-A-Lot cotton picker you freak skinnin' the cats
Why don't you bring the beat on in here, cotton picker so I can get down
Put
cotton
Let your feelings reveal
The naked truth
Convey what I need
'Cause you know I needed to
Now my feeling is ready
To uncover you
I wanna feel my
Multiply simple logic
It's rules you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too
5th and that's it, trick bitch
You don't know who you're fuckin' with
I break this ten and a half so deep in your ass
That you'll be lookin like
I will
If you ever gonna be king of the hill
If you gonna be king of the hill
You can't make it at the cotton mill
You need a good woman to share
ain't true
But I'm coppin' what your pushin'
Don't need your love appraised
I'm feeling so submissive
Fifty Shades of Grey
On the rooftop too hot
I know
ain't true
But I'm coppin' what your pushin'
Don't need your love appraised
I'm feeling so submissive
Fifty Shades of Grey
On the rooftop too hot
I know
Everything I need in them white cotton sheets
Dirty dance me slow in the summertime heat
Feel my belt turn loose from these old blue jeans
We both know that
Coladas
Hella fresh forever fresher than Don Dadas
Oh did I just see a demon do a fly-by?
Have you ever been talking to someone else when you get high? (Of
to cook up some corn bone
And you know thats good
The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine, yes it was
But that was another place and another
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