Lyrics:
It was this nigga with this black Cutlass Named Chris He had shot at Cott but he missed First Error Now he riding in terror Over shoulder ever
boutte, ti cott-cott Plus fort Au boutte, ti cott-cott Plus fort Schnoutte, schnoutte, schnoutte, schnoutte, schnoutte D’la shnoutte dans l’prout, c’t’au
Nùn s' sàlva nisciùn', Nisciùn' nisciùn', Màscul', fèmmen', viécchie e criatùr', Chi 'a vo' còtt' e chi crùr', Nùn s' sàlva nisciùn', Nisciùn'
Ready or not Leave no loose ends, bitch I tie the knots That's enough of the shoe talk Time to make the tool spark (Cott) Pull it out, tuck it back Damn,
you know what I’m feeling It’s how you know what I’m feeling, (E$cott) oh yeah [Second verse: E$cott] You the ice to my summer air, Product is
fifty like dame Smoking woods riding around in a range Fuck trust that shit went down the drain Cott days playing cuts with sticks When we slide we not
cott jen ( Cott jen) Rumi tu is duniya mai Kedi duniya to Tu hi lagti kahani meri Rumi tu is duniya mai Kedi duniya to Tu hi lagti hai rani meri
when that teflon pierce that baby's throat? Peep me eatin dead cott Ya trip cause eatin dead pussy clit, I'll make ya sick But its that season so my
of boy cott-in the industry But now a days I'm Boy Cott-in the industry I play with my rules, take the wins and losses Make kids get nauseous, when I begin
mmereke Wa morre my5 okodimu Wa mmona nou omodi plakkeng Ra wisa 4 cott ramo joiner le rena nou remodi plakkeng Kabo pass 3 rele ko dimo re thula toppo
the boardwalk. and my dead grandmother was selling cott Ndy out of a little shack. and there was this big ferris wheel about a half mile out in the ocean, half in
Tura lura lural Tura lura lie Tura lura lura That's an Irish Lullaby Often dreams I've wondered to that cott again I feel her arms a huggin me
Don't you boy-cott cll these sick annoyances The first day grows cnd it will eat them all now Don't you beat your brains out It's the world wide
fuck with new niggas yall cant come around Niggas be sneaking and geeking they clowns My glizzy be speaking and reaching them round Like we on Cott we
in mind Cl"y soldier-stoicism of the Terr"cott" kind Donʼt got " lot of time, this rhyme h"lfw"y finished Set " fl"me so m"ny ch"nces, my "shtr"y
recorded it Step 2 you boy cott the ones endorsing it Step 3 we discredit those who published it Step 4 look up my music and you buy that shit Ain't nobody
the trife see, Stay nice on this mic g, feisty, While mcs kept it sheisty, i just build a dynasty, The city cott.. on like they Bryce G Chorus, Coming live
Tura lura lie Tura lura lura That's an Irish Lullaby Often dreams I've wondered to that cott again I feel her arms a huggin me As when she held me then
got me going Psychedelics got me going Psychedelics got me going crazy (It's lit) Icy cold mix this weed and some bars with some oxy cott (Yeah) Keep
ain’t say over there , I said I’m over here Teardrops , from my eye I had a gumdrop , Kumquat . As a kid probably slept with her on my cott . I need that
Opps can’t get away I love the streets But I’m married too Money and fame I be gPS know every shortcourt in the fct Boy cott any checkpoint
cott passa nada, te mergulho em passaport Só de pit stop Ela desce e sobe Só tomando droga Tá ficando louca Baby, luv your body
se stuta 'o sole senza 'e te Io songo scura 'e pelle, ma bellella Figliulelle 'e sta terra, nun me preggiudicate Si songo cott' 'e sole: 'e frate miei
Allow me to reintroduce myself my name domore But I started as bud Like a plant I had to grow and plus I came from the mud I'm from that cott block
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