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gallons - that mexican ot & sauce walka lyrics

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[intro]
d*mn, duke, this sh*t wavy

[chorus: that mexican ot]
pounds of that bobby, keys of that whitney
gallons of that dj screw, baby, come sip wit’ me
pounds, pounds of that bobby, keys of that whitney
gallons, gallons of that dj screw, baby, come sip wit’ me
we third coast holdin’, pop trunk i’m controllin’
waste a lot of money, still, pockets stay swollen
we, we third coast holdin’, pop trunk i’m controllin’
waste a lot of money, still, pockets stay swollen

[verse 1: lil jairmy]
i got bobby by the pound, i got whitney by the key
i get p*ssy for the free, i’m having bowls by the p, yeah
smokin’ on this lala, d*mn near shake the equator
hit the condo wit’ my load and broke the whole elevator
nrg tailgaters, .223s for thesе haters
lonestar boys, we gеt paper, we don’t f*ck with no traitors
they thought lil jairmy fell off, nah, i just took a hiatus
fbi all on my d*ck, they know i’m a big heavyweighter
i’m still trippin’, still sippin’, i got shipments still waitin’
n*gga, i come straight up out the east, went bought a mansion in katy
when i smile, you seen glass, when i talk, you hear cash
i got a slab up in the shop, i’m goin’ digital on the dash, n*gga
[chorus: that mexican ot]
pounds of that bobby, keys of that whitney
gallons of that dj screw, baby, come sip wit’ me
pounds, pounds of that bobby, keys of that whitney
gallons, gallons of that dj screw, baby, come sip wit’ me
we third coast holdin’, pop trunk i’m controllin’
waste a lot of money, still, pockets stay swollen
we, we third coast holdin’, pop trunk i’m controllin’
waste a lot of money, still, pockets stay swollen

[verse 2: sauce walka]
it’s the foreign wheel operator
crowd the sea wall, single line, neat table
spillin’ flavor, down in texas holdin’ lots of paper
holdin’ salt and pepper, stand, we bout’ to shake ’em
black and white seats, inside, tuxedo
i done parked a turkey leg as i crawled almeda
quagen pint seal in the front by the heater
women lovin’ the expense anytime the sauce meet ’em
swing down streets, pour the wock’ when we ride
from 288, i*10 to 45
she asked to see that, and she couldn’t believe her eyes
she’s suckin’ while i drive with my syrup on her thighs

[chorus: that mexican ot]
pounds of that bobby, keys of that whitney
gallons of that dj screw, baby, come sip wit’ me
pounds, pounds of that bobby, keys of that whitney
gallons, gallons of that dj screw, baby, come sip wit’ me
we third coast holdin’, pop trunk i’m controllin’
waste a lot of money, still, pockets stay swollen
we, we third coast holdin’, pop trunk i’m controllin’
waste a lot of money, still, pockets stay swollen
[verse 3: sosamann[?]]
swing down sweet cherry top, let me ride
winnin’ championships in houston, feelin’ just like i’m clyde or hakeem
i’m a money fiend, count it up and stack it real tall as yao ming
or stack it tall as wemby, ain’t on me ’cause it’s in me
can catch me drippin’ sauce til’ the whole bottle empty
might hit the dirty bay wit’ o.t. to count some chicken
then it’s back to the dub, where them young n*ggas winnin’ and grinnin’
since we talk about grinnin’, check my smile
these marquises on my t**th, sh*t cost more than sixty thou’
slab movin’ like a cow, [?][3:25], bling, blaow
never goin’ outta style, still got pounds of that loud
wow, d*mn, uh*uh, know what i’m sayin’?
on sauce, drodi man

[verse 4: drodi]
b*tter seats, chrome feet, four 15s to make it beat
i’m from texas, so, a clean cadillac i gotta keep
i might nut up in your freak, she swapped your car for plan b, plan c
she gon’ leave your ass and try run off with me
288 to the south, i’m slidin’ through the fpt
from the north to the east, i’m servin’ packs to your peeps
expensive taste, hundred dollar plates every time i eat
i caught a case, gave my lawyer 50k and it got beat
still got pounds of exotic, f*ck yo’ plug come shop with me
newest drop straight from cali, come correct, this sh*t not cheap, man
[chorus: that mexican ot]
pounds of that bobby, keys of that whitney
gallons of that dj screw, baby, come sip wit’ me
pounds, pounds of that bobby, keys of that whitney
gallons, gallons of that dj screw, baby, come sip wit’ me
we third coast holdin’, pop trunk i’m controllin’
waste a lot of money, still, pockets stay swollen
we, we third coast holdin’, pop trunk i’m controllin’
waste a lot of money, still, pockets stay swollen (down)

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