And picture me rollin
Out in the cotton gin
When ever i think of you michael i allways fucking think "cotton bud"!
I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck
Hmmm where should i begin
Out in the cotton gin
As my name get bigger this game get different
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back
Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag
Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton
Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them
Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton
Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one
In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow
Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.
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