a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu skelz – that mexican ot

[chorus]
i’ma lil’ hbk kid in the strip club throwing a whole lotta ones
i just bought me a brand new whip with some new rims and a brand new gun
when i pop out i smell like a skunk
gang banging, i be stacking like a bunk
f*ck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk
ar*15 got him walking like he drunk
i ain’t scared of them, i put it on chuck
you a b*tch*ass punk

[verse 1]
in the nfl with skelz in the turf, looking like there’s a fifty dollar bill
crack the seal, catch a feel
headshot for the k!ll
wasn’t rap about pickles, but i got me a deal
mixing lean with the soda, pockets green like yoda
i’m a fat mexican on the sideline watching elliot run the score up
south side, i’ma the four, i’ma throw for it
the activist, i’ma pour it
blow a whole in his face, got him looking like a donut
so what? sho’ enough
gave his mama tissue paper, let that motherf*cker soak up
her son got tour up
torch and a rig, i be dabbing
five thousand with a h*llcat, prob’ got me saggin’
b*tch, ftp be the fashion
pop a bar, i’m relapsing
i jump in the caddy, then crash it
i wake up and don’t know what happen
bad b*tch, b*tt naked, walking with a fatty
k!ll the p*ssy like tatted
stunt like my motherf*ckin’ daddy
they be like, “ot, boy, you not too shabby”
told the police, “it wasn’t me, my name is sh*ggy”
they ain’t going for it, they already know i’m trigger happy
[bridge]
ot, you better pick this phone up
you ain’t took your medicine in a month
boy, you goin’ crazy out there
pick up the phone, ot

[chorus]
i’ma lil’ hbk kid in the strip club throwing a whole lotta ones (uh*huh)
i just bought me a brand new whip with some new rims and a brand new gun (uh*huh)
when i pop out i smell like a skunk (uh*huh)
gang banging, i be stacking like a bunk
f*ck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk (yeah, yeah, yeah)
ar*15 got him walking like he drunk (yeah, yeah)
i ain’t scared of them, i put it on chuck
you a b*tch*ass punk
i’ma lil’ hbk kid in the strip club throwing a whole lotta ones (uh*huh)
i just bought me a brand new whip with some new rims and a brand new gun (uh*huh)
when i pop out i smell like a skunk (uh*huh)
gang banging, i be stacking like a bunk
f*ck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk (yeah, yeah, yeah)
ar*15 got him walking like he drunk (yeah, yeah)
i ain’t scared of them, i put it on chuck
you a b*tch*ass punk

[interlude]
she be crying ’bout her boyfriend (her boyfriend)
i told her, “let’s link, we can f*ck the pain away” (uh)
ridin’ ’round with a knot in my sock, beating up the block
stacking money up, yup, yup, day*to*day
phew, phew, phew, hit him up with the fade away
balling*ass mexican, everyday eating shrimp and steak
throw me in the jungle, best believe, that i’ma find a way
[verse 2]
came back with a lion head and a zebra cake (grrah)
i got the rap game in a lamborghini leg lock
f*cking like fred flintstone, b*tch, i make the bed rock
i got vatos at the border and them boys with the dreadlocks
i got them looking like they indian, run ’em down with the red dot
stick talk, get ’em picked off
bullets make ’em crip walk
chop his body up and put him in a ziploc
my choppa got big ol’ titties, and yeah, she a big thot
it got a hundred round drum with a big glock
i need a burberry blender to make a protein shake
i’ma fat*ass mexican and i push a lot of weight
i got a b*tch that sucks d*ck and cook a real good steak
they tryna f*ck with ot, but they just too late
all this money got me saggin’, count it up like madden
yeah, i gotta have it
automatic when it come to static
yeah, i get it crackin’
i’m in the caddy f*cking on a baddy
yeah, she got a fatty, on the white girl, i’m not talking maddie
put ’em in the trash can and throw his life away
the way i roll my tongue, it make my b*tch cum like a tidal wave
codeine in the fridge with good dope inside the microwave
last time i didn’t, but you know i got time today
be careful, texas, i’ma bay city all star
kicking down the door, you won’t ever hear me knock*knock
slidin’ down the block, i’m knocking tops off all my opps
choppa singing “bidi bidi bom bom” (fah*fah)
[interlude]
she be crying ’bout her boyfriend (her boyfriend)
i told her, “let’s link, we can f*ck the pain away” (uh)
ridin’ ’round with a knot in my sock, beating up the block
stacking money up, yup, yup, day*to*day
phew, phew, phew, hit him up with the fade away
balling*ass mexican, everyday eating shrimp and steak
throw me in the jungle, best believe, that i’ma find a way

[outro]
ayo, is that that mexican ot?

- that mexican ot

lirik lagu lainnya :

YANG LAGI NGE-TRENDS...