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ben over (chopnotslopremix) - that mexican ot & og ron c lyrics

[pre*chorus]
i got a glock, it got an extendo (pew)
auto zone, zoom
paul walker racin’ in lookin’ for them benjamins
pass up a thot, not a ten
her last name over, her first name ben
you would think she a dyk* that jus got out the pen

[chorus]
i don’t need a suppressor, i got a potato
real street n*gga, hard like dry play*doh
bricks of cocaine lookin’ like they legos
turtle race, i got syrup in my faygo
i don’t need a suppressor, i got a potato
real street n*gga, hard like dry play*doh
bricks of cocaine lookin’ like they legos
turtle race, i got syrup in my faygo

[verse]
i’m that mexican o to the motherf*ckin’ t
i’ll t*y*b in a plain white tee
bangin’ c*r*i*p ’til i r*i*p
if you want respect, look me in my e*y*e
got a team full of hitters, we looking like marvel
poppin’ wheelies on a dirt bike goin full throttle
got a bad lil’ b*tch shaped like a coke bottle
we be getting this money like there ain’t no tomorrow
i hit a drive by on a fly guy then take his goods
i put a f*ck n*gga in a ‘wood
i’m from be careful texas where we wish you would
haters mad at me and they wishin’ they could
my chopper a thottie, she got all these bodies
i call her a thot ho, uh*huh
she say they that she freaky, she say that she h*rny
and she want her a lot more, uh*huh
i don’t need no safety, i’m rockin’ out dangerous
i got it all under control
i push up with a big old yopper like rambo
this big b*tch here i ain’t gotta reload, uh*huh
i’ma motion a blitz, i’ma call a kick door
i’ma up with a stick, make his ass limbo
she a stupid lil’ b*tch, she a dumb bimbo
and her boyfriend d*ck look like a little toe
i be burning the herbals, i got it smelling like a fart
my vvs t**th gon’ shine in the dark
kick his ass in his stomach and i’ma make his ass shart
peyton manning how i’m throwin’ these bullets, they goin far
ridin’ ’round with a bl!ck and it a get a big ol’ d*ck
just like a donkey, it kick
they done got me turnt up, lil’ b*tch, i’m lit
yeah, i got the yopper spittin’ like a b*tch with a lisp
hit a line of sum yay
yellin’ out no mames guey
orale pues, i’ma knock out his brain
i be drippin’ in sauce, f*ck around leave a stain
like batman, i’m the bad man named bane
ayo, is that that mexican ot?
[pre*chorus]
i got a glock, it got an extendo (pew)
auto zone, zoom
paul walker racin’ in lookin’ for them benjamins
pass up a thot, not a ten
her last name over, her first name ben
you would think she a dyk* that jus got out the pen

[chorus] x2
i don’t need a suppressor, i got a potato
real street n*gga, hard like dry play*doh
bricks of cocaine lookin’ like they legos
turtle race, i got syrup in my faygo
i don’t need a suppressor, i got a potato
real street n*gga, hard like dry play*doh
bricks of cocaine lookin’ like they legos
turtle race, i got syrup in my faygo

- that mexican ot og ron c lyrics

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