Letras:
King Cotton

and you won't see it later 'Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton and I don't

I gotta house full of chicks like the Playboy home, Wrappin' up my lifestyle and I smash this song Twizzy [Verse 6 - Nicki Minaj] I'm in that cotton

that's ill? Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build Over money and religion there's more blood to spill The wounds of slaves in cotton

map, we right above Florida, next to Bama Under the Carolinas and Tennesse, you'll see Georgia Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train The birthplace of Martin Luther King

Someone who would ride with me be on my side with me Be a friend spend time with me Roller coaster three wheel motion Wide open you under ocean Big teddy bears cotton

gonna have to serve somebody Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody Might like to wear cotton, might

bitches Make him pick cotton, while they momma clean up the kitchen The same cotton in white tees that?s the cotton they was pickin If Dr. King marched

to bomb the projects Teflon vest, four pounds could make your palm sweat Put the word out, so vexed I even curse your bird out She don't deserve clout, flippin' wit the cotton

. if you try to walk in my shoes you prolly break yo legs. Im hotter than a fat man gettin chased in the suade. sweat pants a mink coat and a cotton hat