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1982 - that mexican ot, curren$y & le$ lyrics

[intro]
b*b*bankroll got it

[chorus: that mexican ot]
i’m in a 1982 mercedes benz, burnin’ rubber
b*tch, this ain’t no play*play sh*t—i’m bringin’ ms to my mother
on this big worm pack, i’m smokin’ k!ll like chris tucker
errybody love me, ’cause i keep it real like no other
i’m in a 1982 mercedes benz, burnin’ rubber
b*tch, this ain’t no play*play sh*t—i’m bringin’ ms to my mother
on this big worm pack, i’m smokin’ k!ll like chris tucker
errybody love me, ’cause i keep it real like no other

[verse 1: that mexican ot]
if you hate me, then you hate me dry, and we know that’s fo’ sho’
my dad taught me how to keep it gangsta
it ain’t no ho inside my soul
better revalue why you here, play yo’ part, and help row this boat
i love too hard, so if yo’ loyalty ain’t there, then you gots to go
don’t play wit’ me, play wit’ yo’ p*ssy
i ain’t a k!ller, but don’t push me
just walked up outside yo’ mama house smellin’ like straight budussy
i’m a glad texan mexican, i got a country grammar
you can call me jim adler; hit her ahh with the texas hammer—huh!
money*makin’ mexican, that’s what i am—huh!
f*ck everybody, do this sh*t for the fam—huh!
baby say she love me; i don’t give a d*mn—huh!
f*ck them lil’ pork chops, lil’ b*tch—i’m ’bout to go in ham
i just kick back and watch the route—got me feelin’ like i’m cam
wild boy just like i’m steve*o, kick*flippin’ money like bam
sippin’ drank in new york city, i pour a tre out for yams
just rolled an eighth out the jordan pack, got it hidden like it’s wham
[chorus: that mexican ot & le$]
i’m in a 1982 mercedes benz, burnin’ rubber
b*tch, this ain’t no play*play sh*t—i’m bringin’ ms to my mother
on this big worm pack, i’m smokin’ k!ll like chris tucker
errybody love me, ’cause i keep it real like no other
i’m in a 1982 mercedes benz, burnin’ rubber (yeah)
b*tch, this ain’t no play*play sh*t—i’m bringin’ ms (uh) to my mother (yeah)
on this big worm pack, i’m smokin’ k!ll (yeah) like chris tucker (dollar line sign)
errybody love me, (yeah) ’cause i keep it real like no other

[verse 2: le$]
i was flippin’ in that 1996 (six)
prolly witcho b*tch
off white just like a brick (brick)
see the way it sit
wide body—like ’em thick (thick)
make them haters sick
when i come through (yeah) with the kit (yeah)
mad yo’ kids (haha) wan’ take a fl!ck (yeah)
see me holdin’—no (holdin’—no)
they just tellin’ fibs, all pinocchio (yeah)
wanna be a real boy
what i’m really holdin’, ho
we up in the ‘vettes now, smokin’ tires like a o (vroom)
prayin’ for my downfall, n*ggas need to let it go (haha)
dippin’ in the chevy, know it’s heavy, (yeah) and i’m stayin’ ready (yeah)
speakin’ like andretti wit’ no top (yeah)—i’m only chasin’ fetti (yeah)
n*gga know it’s le at the dollar sign (dollar sign) when you address me
they be like, “he comin’ back already—call him makaveli” (aha)
that concave goin’ deep—i ain’t gotta pause
doin’ what i wanna when i wanna—i ain’t got a boss
this a one*of*one—ain’t that other sh*t you come across (yeah)
stuntin’ like my daddy, goin’ hard, but that leather soft (uh)
[chorus: that mexican ot & curren$y]
i’m in a 1982 mercedes benz, burnin’ rubber
b*tch, this ain’t no play*play sh*t—i’m bringin’ ms to my mother
on this big worm pack, i’m smokin’ k!ll like chris tucker
errybody love me, ’cause i keep it real like no other
i’m in a 1982 mercedes benz, burnin’ rubber
b*tch, this ain’t no play*play sh*t—i’m bringin’ ms to my mother
on this big worm pack, i’m smokin’ k!ll like chris tucker
errybody love me, (yeah, yeah, yeah) ’cause i keep it real like no other

[verse 3: curren$y]
errybody love me—well, not errybody
couple haters plottin’, pocket*watchin’
life ain’t treatin’ ’em well, and they think it’s my problem
first class, a farewell, i rockabye by ’em, and i’m outside wit’ a mai tai
n*ggas ain’t gremlins for real—those fools still mogwais
nine chains on, i should have a patch over my eye (yeah)
i feel like sl!ck rick in this b*tch, bally animals tied
they look up to me, ’cause i’m fly
look up from me ’cause i’m high
full of weed, not tired—don’t judge me by my eyes
comin’ down paint wet like a water slide
ot gave me a case of coca*colas from off of his side, yeah

- that mexican ot curreny le lyrics

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