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hold on screw - that mexican ot lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ayo is that that mexican ot?

[chorus]
dirty bay baby, i’m from fresh out the south
thuggin’ and hustlin’ with drugs in my mouth
if its beef we can meet, 35 is the route
i got demons inside me i’m gon’ let ’em out
i’m about to go crop em, open up with that yoppa (knock his head off his body)
someone call the doctor then call up his momma (let her know that i shot him)

[verse 1]
i’m comin’ out of bay city don’t play you gon’ get slapped silly
that glizzy gon’ make his ass spin now he dizzy
no time for a thot that money keepin’ me busy
big bad boy i ain’t talkin’ ’bout biggie
when i when in the trap i bust open the pack
they be like o.t. you need to turn that down
its just too loud i bet that it’d turn your phone upside down
then put his head in the clouds
i be parking lot pimping, styrofoam sippin’
my bestfriend name is benji and he always stay with me
i ain’t sippin’ no drugs i’m pimping these fe fe’s
put a hole in his head now he look like a cd
diamonds on my neck and they looking like pee pee
you ain’t hitting this blunt you can suck my wee wee
huh, brr, decline
b*tch i don’t need you
money callin’ so get back to the reefer
knock it out the park like i’m derek jeter
then kick her out the crib like i’m playing fifa
the way i’m winnin’ you would think i’m a cheater
yoppa singing, sounding just like selena
couple racks on my just like serena
couple racks on my just like serena
[chorus]
dirty bay baby, i’m from fresh out the south
thuggin’ and hustlin’ with drugs in my mouth
if its beef we can meet, 35 is the route
i got demons inside me i’m gon’ let ’em out
i’m about to go crop em, open up with that yoppa (knock his head off his body)
someone call the doctor then call up his momma (let her know that i shot him)

[verse 2]
on your block imma pop out, pop out
with my band imma rock out, rock out
at your girl house, my c*ck out
beat up the pot imma leave it a knock out, knock out
i’ll put her out to sleep, call that pig in a blanket
at your momma house cookin’ eggs b*tt*naked
bend that bad ass over imma spank it
sittin’ on the toilet that duh*duh real stanky
uh, uh ,uh, i wish you would
get it crackin’ in the hood
o.t. stiffer than [?] wood (right on)
ltp til the day that i’m gone
switch it up on the pigs and they didn’t even know
when they kick in the door they be like, “where’d he go?”
call of duty on 12, ain’t know i went ghost
cook it officer, cook it officer
make a mexican wanna blow the badge off of ya
cook it officer, cook it officer
make a mexican wanna blow the badge off of ya
[chorus x3]
dirty bay baby, i’m from fresh out the south
thuggin’ and hustlin’ with drugs in my mouth
if its beef we can meet, 35 is the route
i got demons inside me i’m gon’ let ’em out
i’m about to go crop ’em, open up with that yoppa (knock his head off his body)
someone call the doctor then call up his momma (let her know that i shot him)

- that mexican ot lyrics

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