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point em out - that mexican ot & dababy lyrics

[intro: that mexican ot]
ayo, is that that mexican ot?
(b*b*bankroll got it)

[verse 1: that mexican ot]
i’m strikin’ men like strikin’ lightnin’
you see what happened in my last fight, friend? well, aight, then
better tighten up, we tie ends
f*cked my grill up ’cause i popped an x all night, it had me bitin’
caught his ass stealin’, so i had to take his right hand
cup be lookin’ like a pump jack, b*tch, i am an oiler
d*mn, how many times i gotta spin to get this boy to learn?
that i ain’t no f*ckin’ joke, we dropped lil t, then dropped lil moe
better watch your mouth, ’cause i got soap, i got diamonds, tacos, and coke
inside of my boca, droppin’ haters like my troca
elbows swingin’, watch ’em poke out, smoke his ass just like some mota
leave him flat just like a torta, swim with k!llers like an orca
it don’t matter where it is, it don’t matter where i’m at
because to me, no me importa
[chorus: that mexican ot]
ayy, where he is? (where he is?), point him out (point him out)
throw his b*tch ass in the trunk, take him to the south (uh*huh, uh*huh)
ayy, where he is? (where he is?), point him out (point him out)
throw his b*tch ass in the trunk, show him what the f*ck we talkin’ ’bout (ugh)

[verse 2: dababy]
b*tch, i don’t even like no lame, keep my name up out your mix, ho
i don’t like diamonds no more, only plain jane to watch my wrist
uh, before rap, i was poppin’ my sh*t, n*gga
i was so turnt with them motherf*ckin’ bags, my mama thought i had the bricks, n*gga (bricks, n*gga)
drop a ghetto b*tch off at her job and borrow her whip, n*gga
i’m in this with an baby ar playin’ sweet, actin’ like i’m a b*tch, n*gga
i told lil’ mama to bend it over like a dog, i’m tryna come hit with her
you know these b*tches’ll drive a honda through the wall to f*ck with a rich n*gga
i’m from the south, i greet a woman with a smile when i take a pic with her, she can relax
ot wan’ see him in the trunk, sh*t, i wouldn’t even leave him in that
any one of these n*ggas play when i walk in this b*tch, i’d probably leave with a hat
n*gga, and a reason to laugh, haha

[chorus: that mexican ot]
ayy, where he is? (where he is?), point him out (point him out)
throw his b*tch ass in the trunk, take him to the south (uh*huh, uh*huh)
ayy, where he is? (where he is?), point him out (point him out)
throw his b*tch ass in the trunk, show him what the f*ck we talkin’ ’bout
ayy, where he is? (where he is?), point him out (point him out)
throw his b*tch ass in the trunk, take him to the south (uh*huh, uh*huh)
ayy, where he is? (where he is?), point him out (point him out)
throw his b*tch ass in the trunk, show him what the f*ck we talkin’ ’bout (ugh)

- that mexican ot dababy lyrics

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