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that mexican ot & sauce walka - bad man كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: that mexican ot]
f_ck it up, f_ck it up, f_ck it up, f_ck it up
shorty had a baby, now she gotta get a tummy tuck
fat_ass boy, eat the p_ssy like a honey bun
if i ain’t hot on the xbox, i’m on a money run
five racks in the toilet bowl, poppin’ my sh_t
got him b_tthurt ’cause he can’t rock with the clique
i’ma dog his ass out, made the lil’ b_tch sit
all these hoes be mackin’, my b_tch too lit
she can f_ck who she want, i can f_ck who i want, we got an unspoken agreement
even though she mad and we ain’t speakin’, she still gon’ eat this s_m_n
i’m sorry, lil’ mama, no, i’m not a lover boy, b_tch, you could take it or leave it
but the money in here, i need it
but thе money, it’s still undefeatеd
baby i’m from bc to the tx
got more drugs than a d_mn cvs
slapwood punch like nick and nate diaz
i love the way you suck d_ck, baby girl, ps
i’m a bad man, bad man, bad man
sellin’ these hoes dreams like i was santa
call my thuga flintstone ’cause that motherf_cker bam_bam
beat lil’ buddy up like my name rob van damme
he’s a dead man, dead man, dead man
better not come through the hood, it’s a dead end
this 5.56 gon’ push his head in
i’ma open up his chest and put a whole lot of lead in
boom (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[chorus: that mexican ot]
that’s a whole lot of eyes (that’s a whole lot of eyes), on the back of my b_tch (on the back of my b_tch)
got a whole lot of cots (got a whole lot of cots), in the back of this whip (in the back of this whip)
i’ma take it to the strip (i’ma take it to the strip), i’ma pay lil’ mama rent (i’ma pay lil’ mama rent)
told shawty she could go’n ‘head and f_ck all night, i just need my percent (i just need my percent, lil’ b_tch)

[verse 2: sauce walka]
mhm, she gotta, mm (uh)
she gotta divide the chanel c’s (oohwee, oohwee)
i don’t care about the lies that she tell me (hey)
baby, just keep my pockets healthy (hey)
said she sold a handjob
forty_five hundred? that’s a d_mn lie (no way)
girl, you probably made the whole bed rock
f_ck it, buy a louis duffle deadstock (hey)
stressin’ over women? that’s a headlock
these cornrows, not dreadlocks
i’m the type to switch it up, baby
i don’t even like to drive the same d_mn car (no way, oohwee)
drippin’ is biblical
ridin’ with some x_men, k!llin’ sentinels (uh_huh)
all my n_ggas ex_cons, are we pitiful?
clearly not, ownin’ acres and bentleys too (uh_huh)
good credit in the streets and on business too, double score seventeen hundred (oohwee)
seven hundred on paper, thousand in the streets, boy, i done really done it (splash)
[chorus: that mexican ot]
that’s a whole lot of eyes (that’s a whole lot of eyes), on the back of my b_tch (on the back of my b_tch)
got a whole lot of cots (got a whole lot of cots), in the back of this whip (in the back of this whip)
i’ma take it to the strip (i’ma take it to the strip), i’ma pay lil’ mama rent (i’ma pay lil’ mama rent)
told shawty she could go’n ‘head and f_ck all night, i just need my percent (i just need my percent, lil’ b_tch)

- that mexican ot sauce walka

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