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letra de oh my my - spm

[south park mexican:]
“yo i can’t hear myself on the mic.
uh yeah maybe i can.”

[south park mexican:]
now take a trip off the trip & let me trip you out,
cause i’m a trip, i’m a nut, i’m a fool no doubt.
ya’ll boys really tripin’ on the money i make
but i’m trippin’ wet tryin’ to kill some […] i hate.
separate all these fake n-gg-s all in my face
you a disgrace, you should wish well for your own race
tie your laces & hide your 2 faces
i guess i been lookin’ for love in all the wrong places
follow in a trail to the land of h-ll
everybody knows i belong in h-ll
for my raza, anyone else no tienen chanza
f-ck with my clique, i’ll put a hole in your panza
i give 2 f-cks 3 sh-ts & 1 d-mn
scram you b-tch you ain’t worth my fan
i don’t cut for the jealous
guess where your girl is
all on my p-n-s like mustard & relish.

[chorus:]
oh my my, oh h-ll yeah
let’s all get to puttin’ some in the air
fix me a drink & sing me a song
but do it quick baby cause i can’t stay long.
oh my my, oh h-ll yeah
let’s all get to puttin’ some in the air
man i’m so blowed
man i’m so throwed
somebody grab the wheel i can’t see the road.

[2nd verse: south park mexican]
mama mia
i wanna put somethin’ in aaliyah
sippin’ sangria & smokin’ on maria
i drill a 9 milli through your liver i’m triller
lonestar state home of the armadiller
blow killer with prisciller & ganja with blanca
catch me at the club in my nike chanclas
vida chueca, my girlfriend’s name is la mu’eca
dios around my necka
sangre de azteca
spm on choppers like man
y’all run & hide while i count to 10
i’m a wait ’til fall then i’ll cut my gr-ss
stop & make my girlfriend pump the gas
i got enough birds to have a snowball fight
my dream is to keep the world up all night
i done sold you a dub sack
used to chase a hub cap
now i’m in this game tryin’ to see where my love at.

[3rd verse: baby bash]
it’s the return of that nut, baby beeshie.
love my chicken greasy
sh-tin’ on them haters that love to taste the feces
i’m a fool i’m a nutter
gone off the b-tter
i’m from vallejo, california houston to calcutter
gone wacko off tobacco mixed with the dough dough
you squares ain’t ready for the modern day cholo
used to be a player but now i’m an official
doin’ big things like shine & pen & pixel
only n-gg- with a benz still on welfare
no insurance, no license & no health care.
computer illiterate
smoke dank like a cigarette
a straight f-ckin’ idiot.
you think that i give a sh-t?
i need a hearin’ aid for some handicap parkin’
d-mn baby bash your so d-mn r-t-rded.

- spm

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