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fu - that mexican ot & sauce walka lyrics

[intro]
(oh, yeah, what’s happenin’, zz?)
(bankroll got it)

[verse 1: that mexican ot]
even though she a titty*boppin’ groupie, i still love her
she ain’t tryna hide from her man, but she suckin’ d*ck undercover
i got behind that big booty and rode her ass like a tundra
i knew that p*ssy was good when i caught myself takin’ off that rubber
shawty yellin’ f*ck me, then she screamin’, “f*ck me,” she can’t make up her mind (f*ck me)
“ot, ooh, i hate you, b*tch,” huh, i hear it all the time
i said i’m sorry so much at this point, sh*t, it’s just my lines
i put elmer’s glue on my face and got my nose stuck in the grind
shawty saw me from across the way and she thought that i was a pimp
i say, “nah, i just gotta look god, lil’ baby, ot is what i represent”
professionalism and plus a little bit of ism is what i was given
i’m out here slow groovin’ like five hoes and two pimps pimpin’
you lose money chasin’ b*tches, but never lose b*tches chasin’ money
y’all used to drive past me walkin’, now y’all at my shows, i think it’s funny
how y’all didn’t like lil’ virgil and y’all thought he was just a dummy
and now while i’m out here shinin’, y’all got kids and lookin’ bummy
some of y’all from high school even died (god rest their soul)
but it’s still f*ck you ’til i’m gone ’cause you treated me like i’m a ho

[chorus: that mexican ot]
f*ck you, f*ck you
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
stupid ho, f*ck you, f*ck you
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
stupid ho
[verse 2: sauce walka]
two things these b*tches know, i’m not the one to play with (nah)
and before the intercourse, i’m gonna need a handsome payment (uh*huh)
your breath is foul, flagrant, call a lawyer, make arraignments
he was missin’ work ethic, so his charger engine basic
we heard them battle raps you writin’, bro, you should erase it (erase)
ever f*cked a football player’s wife? pick*sixed her in the bas*m*nt (he gone)
know this n*gga run fast as h*ll, hope he don’t chase me
naked women in my living room wearing ice*cream pasties, that’s delicious
took the opp’s mom on a date, that was vicious (i did)
never had a camera, now i charge for insta pictures
still’ll get malicious
the bro you called big homie in jail, we used to make him wash dishes (facts)
and, um, i heard you wrote a sentence so you wouldn’t serve a sentence
lyin’ through them rotten t**th, boy, you don’t deserve a dentist
if she kept her p*ssy neat, you would’ve never heard the clinic
handle business, boy

[chorus: that mexican ot]
f*ck you, f*ck you
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
stupid ho, f*ck you, f*ck you
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
stupid ho, f*ck you

[outro: that mexican ot]
f*ck you
f*ck you
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
stupid ho

- that mexican ot sauce walka lyrics

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