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that mexican ot & sauce walka - they fucked up كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(g&b)

[chorus: that mexican ot]
(they f_cked up)
you can’t eat at my table, i got no food for you (b_tch, it’s up)
.300 blackouts in this clip gon’ sing the blues for you (we gon’ dump)
this big ol’ thooka on my waist got a big bang, booyah
we gon’ send them thangs through you
boonk gang on his chain, ooh, yeah

[verse 1: that mexican ot]
uh, wanted woody, i need me a rag like jessie
she say she like to f_ck real messy
i be chillin’ in the green like dressing (icy)
you can skate on my t__th like gretzky
cadillac got horsepower, i call it betsy
i don’t need no friends ’cause the money my bestie
sixty_eight_year_old b_tch tryna say i’m s_xy
you can take out your denturеs and l!ck on these testеs
i’m tryna f_ck, then kick it like messi
haters be hatin’, but they really bless me
i can sleep when i die, i ain’t got time for restin’ (right on)
g&b done it again, so i gotta go in and go dumb in this b_tch
i was born broke, but the tongue roll made your boy pro, made a promise, i gotta die rich
baby tellin’ me that i won’t smile for sh_t
lately, i been thinkin’ of my mama and sh_t
(eat the food, tina, you fat lard)
stick got a long neck like a llama and sh_t
yopper soundin’ like a helicopter and sh_t (hrrt)
you f_ckin’ cornball, don’t n0body wanna f_ck with your p_ssy ass, boy
[chorus: that mexican ot]
(they f_cked up)
you can’t eat at my table, i got no food for you (b_tch, it’s up)
.300 blackouts in this clip gon’ sing the blues for you (we gon’ dump)
this big ol’ thooka on my waist got a big bang, booyah
we gon’ send them thangs through you
boonk gang on his chain, ooh, yeah

[verse 2: sauce walka]
syrup, wockhardt by the case load
she wanna eat me for breakfast, won’t let go my eggo
walkin’ on fire, that fuego
lay on a boat with a b_tch, not miami, this daygo
why lazy n_ggas want sympathy? that really riddle me
holdin’ up the pinky ring, mini_me
twenty elbows on the ground, that’s a centipede
daddy say i got too many cars in the street
epoxy, wockhardt in the floorplan
she came red and yellow birkin, she hopin’
how is you thirty with no bands?
that’s like tryna fly a plane that got no fans
slap a soft rapper with both hands
daddy and his uncle right at the dope stand
you want some of this sh_t too, old man? mm, nope
all of my lyrics is dope
heroin, opium, coke, bricks on a boat
louis boots cleaner than soap
she got veneers on my d_ck, they as white as the pope, pause
really the wizard of flows, oz
not even prison got those bars
front or the back of the bus
it don’t matter, my n_gga, i still got the rolls parked (oohwee)
[chorus: that mexican ot & sauce walka]
(they f_cked up)
you can’t eat at my table, i got no food for you (b_tch, it’s up, it’s up)
.300 blackouts in this clip gon’ sing the blues for you (we gon’ dump, gon’ dump)
this big ol’ thooka on my waist got a big bang, booyah (bang)
we gon’ send them thangs through you (them thangs)
boonk gang on his chain, ooh, yeah (his chain, they f_cked up)
you can’t eat at my table, i got no food for you (oohwee, sh_t, b_tch, it’s up)
.300 blackouts in this clip gon’ sing the blues for you (drip, we gon’ dump)
this big ol’ thooka on my waist got a big bang, booyah (splash, splash)
we gon’ send them thangs through you (woo)
boonk gang on his chain, ooh, yeah (woo)

[outro: sauce walka]
woo
woohoo
yee_hoo
drip, good drip

- that mexican ot sauce walka

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