Kur - Cotton Mouth lyrics
[Kur - Cotton Mouth lyrics]
I'm really cautious
When I walk into the house
I'm on my 20, it feel I got cotton mouth
Today gon be sunny as hell
And I'm poppin out
Today gon be sunny as hell let the
Dotsons out and they on me
I'll rather go without, than be corny
If you gon slide on me, don't record me
Wanna run into me go to barney's
First they start off frontin
Then they call you
Mind ya business, if it don't involve you
Keep ya distance, if it don't evolve you
It be different bitches
That I called through
I ain't wit that bitch, and I'll draw too
I was out there pitchin when the law drew
Bitches acting different, acting all new
When I had my baby, think im that cute
I was servin daily, inna track suit
My first time out LA, I drunk act to
Before I went I thought it was a bad move
Then I went and ran into some cash too
Took a half, now I'm in my act too
I was on em daily, fuckin up my paper
Ion speak to
Suckas, Ion hang wit haters, I'll
Wake up and hustle, I'll get high later
I'll get high later
Bitches wanna fuck you when they smell paper
I was in the bucket, trynna elevate
It, quick to say fuck it
It ain't bout paper
It ain't bout paper, grab a nan
Tuck it from the chinks hopped out the wheel
Huh, music still playin, I was mute playin
But it wasn't playin
Grab a nan, tuck it from the chinks hopped
Out the wheel music it was still playin
I just hit my man like (Comon now)
Grab a nan, tuck it from the chinks hopped
Out the wheel music it was still playin
I'm like never gon make it out all of
This shit if I never leave
I know I shouldn't be posted
Wit niggas that's sellin weed
She text me, like she gotta
Taste for a stake, From Eddie V's
I ain't trippin
But look at the niggas they
Pickin instead of me
Like I ain't give em tears
And years of pain, On everything
I was broke and ain't know what
To do wit my fame, Lost everything
Where I'm from, ain't no such
Thing as keepin ya cool, Just let it ring
Bitches be catchin a tude
I ain't reply back to a pic of some shoes
Feel like these bitches be hitting me
All on my dick when I ain't in the mood
Fuck them I'm workin my ass off to get
My lil sister the world and the moon
I got her back through whatever
No matter where I live I always make room
I know she scared
I know that she been through sum
Shit and it wasn't cool
Sweepin these bitches right off of they feet
Wit know broom aye check out this tune
When I walk into the house
I'm on my 20, it feel I got cotton mouth
Today gon be sunny as hell
And I'm poppin out
Today gon be sunny as hell let the
Dotsons out and they on me
I'll rather go without, than be corny
If you gon slide on me, don't record me
Wanna run into me go to barney's
First they start off frontin
Then they call you
Mind ya business, if it don't involve you
Keep ya distance, if it don't evolve you
It be different bitches
That I called through
I ain't wit that bitch, and I'll draw too
I was out there pitchin when the law drew
Bitches acting different, acting all new
When I had my baby, think im that cute
I was servin daily, inna track suit
My first time out LA, I drunk act to
Before I went I thought it was a bad move
Then I went and ran into some cash too
Took a half, now I'm in my act too
I was on em daily, fuckin up my paper
Ion speak to
Suckas, Ion hang wit haters, I'll
Wake up and hustle, I'll get high later
I'll get high later
Bitches wanna fuck you when they smell paper
I was in the bucket, trynna elevate
It, quick to say fuck it
It ain't bout paper
It ain't bout paper, grab a nan
Tuck it from the chinks hopped out the wheel
Huh, music still playin, I was mute playin
But it wasn't playin
Grab a nan, tuck it from the chinks hopped
Out the wheel music it was still playin
I just hit my man like (Comon now)
Grab a nan, tuck it from the chinks hopped
Out the wheel music it was still playin
I'm like never gon make it out all of
This shit if I never leave
I know I shouldn't be posted
Wit niggas that's sellin weed
She text me, like she gotta
Taste for a stake, From Eddie V's
I ain't trippin
But look at the niggas they
Pickin instead of me
Like I ain't give em tears
And years of pain, On everything
I was broke and ain't know what
To do wit my fame, Lost everything
Where I'm from, ain't no such
Thing as keepin ya cool, Just let it ring
Bitches be catchin a tude
I ain't reply back to a pic of some shoes
Feel like these bitches be hitting me
All on my dick when I ain't in the mood
Fuck them I'm workin my ass off to get
My lil sister the world and the moon
I got her back through whatever
No matter where I live I always make room
I know she scared
I know that she been through sum
Shit and it wasn't cool
Sweepin these bitches right off of they feet
Wit know broom aye check out this tune