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king hendrick$, that mexican ot & mg lil bubba - cowhide boots كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(will, what that is?)

[chorus: that mexican ot]
i wake up and bake up instantly
lil’ b_tch is you kiddin’ me? (do you not get the koncept?)
gettin’ head in the drop top like kennedy
all in her mouth, she got jaw like giggity (ugh)
lil’ mama is you feelin’ me?
“ot, you sick,” b_tch, i got the remedy
stuff the good in the ‘wood, smokin’ like chimnies
you gon’ die on this d_ck, b_tch, i ain’t got sympathy (ugh)
i ain’t gotta kick the door ’cause the ho gon’ let us in
she be sippin’ liquor, i be pourin’ that medicine
these cowhide boots, b_tch, this ain’t no timberlands
uh_huh, uh_huh, ugh
i be jabbin’ that p_ssy, hit it up with a one_two
f_cked a pretty b_tch, baby kick it like kung fu
f_ckin’ ovеr ot is just somethin’ you don’t do
uh_uh, uh_uh, ugh
i got good money, global, i be at thе feed banks
feelin’ like i’m lil weezy, bae, i’m sorry for the wait
with my head in the clouds, i be lookin’ like drake (i’ma hop out, fah_fah), ugh

[verse 1: king hendrick$]
i still get bricks like roffler, what’s in my casa?
thick lil’ b_tch named sasha (named sasha)
still get trish from the doctor (still get meds)
bought a new chopper, n_gga get turned to a whopper
i talk to the b_tch so proper, yeah (p_ssy)
i wanna know what she think, mm (i wanna know what she think)
rats in my pocket, i’ll buzz in a drink (buzz in a drink)
leavin’ her life and then go to the bank
i ran to a b_tch named lexi (lexi), she look real s_xy
finest sh_t all through texas (all through texas)
diamonds on my wrist and my necklace
a real dead cowboy, n_gga get hit with this weston (weston)
i woke up feelin’ like bub
rich off rap, i done went and fired all my plugs (fired all my plugs)
them whole n_gga thought | was
i can come back there and still buy all my drugs (drugs)
yeah, she wanna get a suntan (wanna get a suntan)
i stretch a b_tch out like the jumpman (jumpman)
you can come to the trap for the day (no)
help me serve on my plans (ayy), i ain’t makin’ no fun plans (let’s go)
[chorus: that mexican ot]
i wake up and bake up instantly
lil’ b_tch is you kiddin’ me? (do you not get the koncept?)
gettin’ head in the drop top like kennedy
all in her mouth, she got jaw like giggity (ugh)
lil’ mama is you feelin’ me?
“ot, you sick,” b_tch, i got the remedy
stuff the good in the ‘wood, smokin’ like chimnies
you gon’ die on this d_ck, b_tch, i ain’t got sympathy (ugh)
i ain’t gotta kick the door ’cause the ho gon’ let us in
she be sippin’ liquor, i be pourin’ that medicine
these cowhide boots, b_tch, this ain’t no timberlands
uh_huh, uh_huh, ugh
i be jabbin’ that p_ssy, hit it up with a one_two
f_cked a pretty b_tch, baby kick it like kung fu
f_ckin’ over ot is just somethin’ you don’t do
uh_uh, uh_uh, ugh
i got good money, global, i be at the feed banks
feelin’ like i’m lil weezy, bae, i’m sorry for the wait
with my head in the clouds, i be lookin’ like drake (i’ma hop out, fah_fah), ugh

[verse 2: mg lil bubba]
and he told me i got a problem
i_45 with the juice in the yopper
let me hold the gun one time, i’ll pop him (frah)
i was dead broke, now the racks in the coffin
black b_tch start lookin’ asian (looking asian)
smokin’ on the ‘za, make her cough up the caterin’
they ain’t hear the noise ’cause the barrel got potato (shh)
v8 engine, i ain’t drivin’ no mater
hit her with the, ah, smell like snow when i talk
all this gas bring wheels down south (down south)
bad b_tch want attention, she don’t want clout
hit him with the back of my gun, he say, “ouch” (ow)
dead presidents like kennedy (like kennedy)
i’ll talk to a wall before i turn into a rat
around lunchtime, a n_gga [?] the field with the sack
with the cowboy findin’ drank in a haystack
[chorus: that mexican ot]
i wake up and bake up instantly
lil’ b_tch is you kiddin’ me? (do you not get the koncept?)
gettin’ head in the drop top like kennedy
all in her mouth, she got jaw like giggity (ugh)
lil’ mama is you feelin’ me?
“ot, you sick,” b_tch, i got the remedy
stuff the good in the ‘wood, smokin’ like chimnies
you gon’ die on this d_ck, b_tch, i ain’t got sympathy (ugh)

- king hendrick that mexican ot mg lil bubba

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