ZiggyHendrix - Hospital Cotton Lyrics

I bout the coupe i ain't stupid
Chief like a Rasta
Call a nigga Marley
I don't care
About your problems
You need to solve em
You niggas softer than hospital cotton
Let's get it
What is you doin lil baby you lookin stupid
I can care less bout yo problems
I doubled the product
I only Want 1 of you damn
These digits i be finessin
ZiggyH she say I'm charming
She like my Car n how i smoke like a Rasta
Rasta Clot Tank you Mama
Bombaclot Drippin Designer
Juice me up like a Fanta
I only wanted da commas for the lamas
But booty got me cashin out
Wastin bommas
Now i see the truth they huddle like troops the glitter was glued she phony and she actin rude
Not for the tha product lil baby i don't want these problems
I copped the coupe i ain't stupid
Lil baby look what is you doin
It's the sauce walkA Hendrix
I can care
Less bout the problems
These digits i gottem ZiggyH
He be flossing she say I'm charming she like how I'm flossing she like my car and i smoke like a Rasta
I had to get it
I smoke like a chimney call a nigga Marley
I had to get it where is yo digits i got them benjies and you lookin simply
Slytheryn
He slytheryn just like he Sméagol for them jewels
I had to get it yeah fight for the truth like a Christian man
Jimmy choo jimmy choo
I got to gucci my boots
I didn't need any proof
I didn't need any proof
The sky's to the roof
Yeah I'm fighting for everything like a Christian man i had to get it
I was born to sin
Nigga i was born to win
Nigga you wasn't born for shit
Goan get em
Big ass S on his chest
Just for shit
Ship yo ass high in transit
What is you doin
Nigga you lookin stupid
Get yo ass up and out go get
You a grip
Catch you a glimpse like a dope scenery
I had to get it fuck in and this Music stuck in your memory
Ooh
Yeah straight to your ear like that
Flavor through your ears
Straight to the booth
They plotting like ZiggyH what is you doin
Straight to the booth yeah Ziggy what is you doin
You smokin that boof in the booth
Dark as mace wandu
I spittin that spirit into the truth
I'm cuttin the ties with these thieves and these liars yo bitch call me sire
I had to get it for mama and Zariah
I'm punching in no time for quitin
Fuck is you sippin
No time for Masiah
A1 Ziggy Nigga i was born a lion
Ziggy tha Sauce walkA Hendrix
Mariah i had to get it you know i be grinding
She freaky like brittney no time for that
Griner whooo
I had to get it bitch run up them 100s
Bitch where is yo britches jimmeny Crickets she slimy like lizards
I had to get a bitch stuck in the trenches
Aye niggas be lit off the vision
Ziggy Hendrix remeber when i was in Michigan and i was pimpin
Bitch nigga where is my tension
Shout out to the 6 1 6 to the 408
Run up them digits
From the 4 to the 6 to the bin
Roll up and smoke it again that's on my Momma Kids i had to get it like flo rider
What was you sippin where was yo britches
I left the bitch she was limpin
I Smoke like an chimney call a nigga Marley
Popper her cherry called her scarlet
Oooh lil baby look what is you doin
What is you doin
I had to get it Bih i copped the coupe
I ain't stupid i ain't stupid
I smoke like a chimney
I got the keys i got the keys to the coupe
Big difference
Giggity giggity

I bout the coupe i ain't stupid
Chief like a Rasta
Call a nigga Marley
I don't care
About your problems
You need to solve em
You niggas softer than hospital cotton
Let's get it
What is you doin lil baby you lookin stupid
I can care less bout yo problems
I doubled the product
I only Want 1 of you damn
These digits i be finessin
ZiggyH she say I'm charming
She like my Car n how i smoke like a Rasta
Rasta Clot Tank you Mama
Bombaclot Drippin Designer
Juice me up like a Fanta
I only wanted da commas for the lamas
But booty got me cashin out
Wastin bommas
Now i see the truth they huddle like troops the glitter was glued she phony and she actin rude
Not for the tha product lil baby i don't want these problems
I copped the coupe i ain't stupid
Lil baby look what is you doin
It's the sauce walkA Hendrix
I can care
Less bout the problems
These digits i gottem ZiggyH
He be flossing she say I'm charming she like how I'm flossing she like my car and i smoke like a Rasta
I had to get it
I smoke like a chimney call a nigga Marley
I had to get it where is yo digits i got them benjies and you lookin simply
Slytheryn
He slytheryn just like he Sméagol for them jewels
I had to get it yeah fight for the truth like a Christian man
Jimmy choo jimmy choo
I got to gucci my boots
I didn't need any proof
I didn't need any proof
The sky's to the roof
Yeah I'm fighting for everything like a Christian man i had to get it
I was born to sin
Nigga i was born to win
Nigga you wasn't born for shit
Goan get em
Big ass S on his chest
Just for shit
Ship yo ass high in transit
What is you doin
Nigga you lookin stupid
Get yo ass up and out go get
You a grip
Catch you a glimpse like a dope scenery
I had to get it fuck in and this Music stuck in your memory
Ooh
Yeah straight to your ear like that
Flavor through your ears
Straight to the booth
They plotting like ZiggyH what is you doin
Straight to the booth yeah Ziggy what is you doin
You smokin that boof in the booth
Dark as mace wandu
I spittin that spirit into the truth
I'm cuttin the ties with these thieves and these liars yo bitch call me sire
I had to get it for mama and Zariah
I'm punching in no time for quitin
Fuck is you sippin
No time for Masiah
A1 Ziggy Nigga i was born a lion
Ziggy tha Sauce walkA Hendrix
Mariah i had to get it you know i be grinding
She freaky like brittney no time for that
Griner whooo
I had to get it bitch run up them 100s
Bitch where is yo britches jimmeny Crickets she slimy like lizards
I had to get a bitch stuck in the trenches
Aye niggas be lit off the vision
Ziggy Hendrix remeber when i was in Michigan and i was pimpin
Bitch nigga where is my tension
Shout out to the 6 1 6 to the 408
Run up them digits
From the 4 to the 6 to the bin
Roll up and smoke it again that's on my Momma Kids i had to get it like flo rider
What was you sippin where was yo britches
I left the bitch she was limpin
I Smoke like an chimney call a nigga Marley
Popper her cherry called her scarlet
Oooh lil baby look what is you doin
What is you doin
I had to get it Bih i copped the coupe
I ain't stupid i ain't stupid
I smoke like a chimney
I got the keys i got the keys to the coupe
Big difference
Giggity giggity