chronic - that mexican ot & bravo the bagchaser lyrics
[intro: that mexican ot]
(10fifty, i love you)
(bankroll got it)
ayo, is that mexican ot?
[verse 1: that mexican ot]
keep a bottle of listerine on me, you talk crazy, i’m at your tooth
i don’t play no video games, you ain’t 50 cent, you ain’t bulletproof
do his ass like tupac when we shoot his ass, p*ssy, i got the juice
see, i got versaces on my frame and i got cow ass on my boots (uh*huh)
woke up in the morning, smell a lil’ cow sh*t and some fresh cut grass (uh)
threw me in the water, b*tch, i went fishing and caught a bass (ugh)
i’m a country boy, went straight to the city and came out with some cash
in the stolo racin’ with the laws, if you ain’t first, well then, you last (uh*huh, uh*huh, uh*huh, skrrt)
i got ricky bobby money, i’ll be shakin’ and be bakin’
i’m a ho*ass motherf*cker, i’ll rob lil’ buddy naked
my b*tch bе thinkin’ these hoes bе on my mind, but money what i’m thinkin’
lil’ b*tch i’m bankin’, i stay on my grind, i ain’t got no time for cakin’
[chorus: that mexican ot]
bad b*tches like this music and it make they booty bounce (bounce, bounce)
f*ck that bottle, ho, i’m in the club smokin’ an ounce (ounce, ounce)
she stuck out her tongue and i seen two pills in her mouth
you don’t take her back to mama, you take this b*tch to the south
bad b*tches like this music and it make they booty bounce (bounce, bounce)
f*ck that bottle, ho, i’m in the club smokin’ an ounce (ounce, ounce)
she stuck out her tongue and i seen two pills in her mouth
you don’t take her back to mama, you take this b*tch to the south
[verse 2: bravo the bagchaser]
can’t take this b*tch to mama (no), can’t show a b*tch where i live (where i live)
keep it on me, don’t want karma for all the sh*t that i did (for what i did)
f*ck benihanas, call lil’ mama, i’m pullin’ up to the crib (pullin’ up)
‘fore i sleep, i bow my head ’cause i should be doin’ a bid
i be nuttin’ in my b*tch like i want another kid, huh (kid)
i can’t get your wig done, split a n*gga wig, uh, uh
i’m with ot, we got chops sittin’ in traffic (traffic)
i never had sh*t, now i live a life i couldn’t imagine (imagine)
i got ratchet b*tches and got b*tches into fashion (fashion)
got a four*door for the gang and bought a coupe just to go faster (just to go faster)
d*mn (d*mn), beat that p*ssy down all night, b*tch, i don’t need enhancements
[chorus: that mexican ot]
bad b*tches like this music and it make they booty bounce (bounce, bounce)
f*ck that bottle, ho, i’m in the club smokin’ an ounce (ounce, ounce)
she stuck out her tongue and i seen two pills in her mouth
you don’t take her back to mama, you take this b*tch to the south
bad b*tches like this music and it make they booty bounce (bounce, bounce)
f*ck that bottle, ho, i’m in the club smokin’ an ounce (ounce, ounce)
she stuck out her tongue and i seen two pills in her mouth
you don’t take her back to mama, you take this b*tch to the south
[outro: that mexican ot]
you don’t take her back to mama, you take this b*tch to the south
you don’t take her back to mama, you take this b*tch to the south
Random Song Lyrics :
- stage 2 - x-rx lyrics
- bope pas papa - disip lyrics
- inside out - shopkins lyrics
- i'm not an angel - live from philly 2010 - halestorm lyrics
- les 5 sens - grand corps malade lyrics
- telephone nightmares - tommy tha great lyrics
- see you later - alexander 23 lyrics
- kahoot - yung ss lyrics
- supadupafly - brown paper bag lyrics
- ab meri bari - wackho lyrics