Lyrics:
to yourself?
Everybody moving up, you just staying by yourself!"
They say "James- you gon' fuck around and
Break a couple hearts in this bitch, yo check it uh"
knows that I´ll fall again
Evil cotton woman drive me out of my mind
Evil cotton woman I can´t leave you behind
Evil cotton woman won´t forget´till I
say somethin' on this track.
Well I'm not a pimp or a player, see I'm more like the mayor
Grab a bitch up by her hair like I just don't care
right off for home
Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten
When I got you baby, who needs cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
Brother only
right off for home
Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten
When I got you baby, who needs cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
Brother only
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
I'm whatchu want
Not watchu need (Ah-ah, ah-oh)
Hey, I don't know why
I'm whatchu want
But it's the truth
I'm not your lie
Let them eat cake
my baby Got love for mama who raised me
Ballin like magic and bird in the 80s
MJ faded I'm going Lebrazy I'm going Lebrazy James
Don't fuck with
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)'
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
But that was another
right off for home
Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten
When I got you baby, who needs cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
Brother only
your check mate
Ah girl, I'm Jesse James
Oh, I'll admit I'm bad like Jesse James
I'm bad like Jesse James, Jesse James
Jesse James
Oh, I'll admit I'm bad
go down to the cotton gin
And I make my time worth while to them
Then I climb back up again
And she waits by the door
Oh Cotton Jenny I'm sore
(Baby Baby Baby) (Baby Baby)
Watch me!
I got the feelin', I got the feelin', you don't know, hey, what you do to me
Breathin' hard, heavy, deep down in
New Aston Martin like James Bond
Hop out the whip like I'm James Bond
I’ll take your bitch like I'm James Bond
Bitch, I got guns like I'm James Bond
We live on the poverty line
Hope you don't mind
If we blow your mind
We're stuck here and we don't know why
Don't know how to cry
We just fuck
We live on the poverty line
Hope you don't mind
If we blow your mind
We're stuck here and we don't know why
Don't know how to cry
We just fuck
you know how I get down
While i swendal thru ya muthafuccin town
I’m the new James Brown you know how I get down
I don’t know no judo
But my watcha
life
Cotton candy please stop I don't want you to die tonight
I swear I'll keep the lights on
Don't you worry I know what you're going through
Cotton
nose for a pipe
Now you really got me fiending for love like a sprite
Used to pop yerkies too, swear, I ain't know I was the type
Yah ight
Cotton candy
Nigga can't out-stunt me when it come to these fuckin' cars, nigga
Believe that
You know me, I don't need no introduction and shit
Ride
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
through
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)'
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
But that
through
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)'
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
But that
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)'
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
But that was another
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)'
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
But that was another
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