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letra de books (remix) - mg lil bubba & that mexican ot

[intro: mg lil bubba]
ayy

[chorus: mg lil bubba]
we left outside the cola ’cause my cousin cookin’ coke (coke)
she know i’m hittin’ it right, i’m tryna see which way to go (zoom)
they read me like a book, we barely made it to chapter four (four)
she know i got the juice, watch this cup go overload (yeah)
one week, i’m sippin’ on trish (trish), next week, i’m sippin’ on wock’ (wock’)
when my lease was up, for two months, i was trappin’ out the spot (spot)
started from the bottom, sleepin’ with the roaches, sharin’ a couch (couch)
i was doin’ bad, now it’s a hundred racks inside a pouch

[verse 1: mg lil bubba]
like, d-mn, n-gga (d-mn), it’s time to scam the system (swipe)
i just made thirty-five racks with my spam n-gga
swipin’ all night, i’m gon’ leave on this ’til next winter
takin’ trips to cali with them ‘bows and a neck pillow (red neck pillow)
red dot (red dot), red beam (red beam)
we been stackin’ bread, pull up with chips like it’s sun beam
they know i keep it trill, hold up my pattycake like bun b (glee)
she know i keep it real, she don’t wanna see another ho hunch me (don’t touch me)
stayed in the field, i loved it

[chorus: mg lil bubba]
we left outside the cola ’cause my cousin cookin’ coke
she know i’m hittin’ it right, i’m tryna see which way to go
they read me like a book, we barely made it to chapter four
she know i got the juice, watch this cup go overload
one week, i’m sippin’ on trish, next week, i’m sippin’ on wock’
when my lease was up, for two months, i was trappin’ out the spot
started from the bottom, sleepin’ with the roaches, sharin’ a couch
i was doin’ bad, now it’s a hundred racks inside a pouch
[verse 2: mg lil bubba]
please don’t try to lil’ bro me (yeah), ’cause my big bro in jail (jail)
ran away from that job, went right back to the scale (yeah)
we was makin’ it ring, made that yeah off a bale (frrah)
told the people i don’t hustle, but i still got clientele (ching)
rest in peace to kobe, hit it for twenty-four and it’s smokin’ (swish)
they know i don’t play ball, but late at night, i be wide open
bandana ’round my gun, shot an og n-gga right by krogers (frrah)
they see me in the hood, hit on the engine, then i float it

[verse 3: that mexican ot]
like d-mn, buddy
kicked the ho out, feelin’ like martin and pam, buddy
i call the glock pb because it never jam, buddy
ayo, what’s happenin’, buddy?
i left his man bl–dy
double cup like a hog pen because it’s just so d-mn muddy
five months on the road and now i’m home, lil’ b-tch, i’m racked up
call the blitz, the 5.56 gon’ make lil’ buddy back up
i got a whole lot of act right if he wanna act up
i’m ’bout the green like packers, curtis jackson, he an actor
made a b-tch spin, we ain’t go toe to toe, i go rack for rack, i go ho for ho
feelin’ like the pie how i stole the boat, now i got a cocaine overload
uh, uh, bust it open, uh, uh, break it down
i need a line of cocaine ‘fore i hit the town and make my rounds
[chorus: mg lil bubba & that mexican ot]
we left outside the cola ’cause my cousin cookin’ coke (yo)
she know i’m hittin’ it right, i’m tryna see which way to go (zoom, b-tch)
they read me like a book, we barely made it to chapter four (four, hold on, ho)
she know i got the juice, watch this cup go overload
one week, i’m sippin’ on trish (trish), next week, i’m sippin’ on wock’ (wock’)
when my lease was up, for two months, i was trappin’ out the spot (yeah)
started from the bottom, sleepin’ with the roaches, sharin’ a couch (uh-huh, uh-huh)
i was doin’ bad, now it’s a hundred racks inside a pouch (like d-mn, n-gga)

[outro: that mexican ot]
d-mn
whole lotta money in this motherf-cker, man
mg lil bubba
we in there, baby

- mg lil bubba that mexican ot

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