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function - that mexican ot lyrics

[intro]
where you goin’ at?

[chorus: that mexican ot]
the f*ck you mean, your mama didn’t teach you how to cook?
your mama didn’t teach you how to suck d*ck, but you could suck d*ck
skate off a b*tch like truck fit, stupid ass b*tch but her b*tt thick
i be with the f*ck sh*t, f*ckin’ up functions
put a sheet of assit on my belly, i can barely even function (function, function)
what up, b*tch? what up, b*tch?

[verse 1: that mexican ot]
two lesbos in the cribbo, i’m goin’ dumb with it
younboy soakin’ up the game, i had a run with it
billy with me and the semi with me, we gon’ gun sh*t
have him dodgin’ bullets, got him lookin’ like he krumpin’
bay city, freeport, all the way to west columbia
i got money that’s dippin’, tippin’ and flippin’ like a tumbler
southside still holdin’ a whole lot of money that’s bundled up
they put me in the ring because i knеw that i could rumble you
i never losе, always chose, i leave a sucker with a bruise
i beat your head just like some drums, and now they complain blue
hot like the summer, but i still keep it cool
shout out my vatos from the west, they some down ass fools
i’m in the nine*five*six with a top notch b*tch
they tryna jock my sh*t but they can’t rock like this
this is air force ones, this is not k*swiss
lil’ buddy on the floor, head lookin’ like grits
[chorus: that mexican ot]
the f*ck you mean, your mama didn’t teach you how to cook?
your mama didn’t teach you how to suck d*ck, but you could suck d*ck
skate off a b*tch like truck fit, stupid ass b*tch but her b*tt thick
i be with the f*ck sh*t, f*ckin’ up functions
put a sheet of assit on my belly, i can barely even function (function, function)
what up, b*tch? what up, b*tch?

[verse 2: propain]
ayy, what up, b*tch? (what up, b*tch?)
yeah, i’m still the one they can’t f*ck with (f*ck with)
thirty pointer diamonds and above sh*t
got your ho chasin’, tryna fight the temptation, i be on some david ruffin sh*t (yeah)
for a player, i love a shorty that’s dumb thick (ayy)
chasin’ paper, i’m countin’ it ’til my thumb itch (thumb itch)
n*gga try and take it, i’m poppin’ it ’til the gun clock
f*ck a top five, them n*ggas know i’m the one, b*tch (mane)
ha, god d*mn, okay, i’m actin’ golden (actin’ golden)
i’m sammy sosa, i take a strike and get back motion (facts)
i’m passin’ doja, i’m rockin’ rollies, the bag is frozen
the n*ggas cappin’ bogus, the reason why i be lappin’ over (yeah)
my b*tch is golden and pretty, and ass is swollen (yeah)
and your b*tch is hopeless and looks like somethin’ we passin’ over (yeah)
the way i’m dressin’, these n*ggas thinkin’ the trap is open
b*tch, i’m in the function on all the hoes like i’m fashion nova
[chorus: that mexican ot]
the f*ck you mean, your mama didn’t teach you how to cook?
your mama didn’t teach you how to suck d*ck, but you could suck d*ck
skate off a b*tch like truck fit, stupid ass b*tch but her b*tt thick
i be with the f*ck sh*t, f*ckin’ up functions
put a sheet of assit on my belly, i can barely even function (function, function)
what up, b*tch? what up, b*tch?

- that mexican ot lyrics

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