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letra de hit list - that mexican ot, bigxthaplug & big yavo

[intro: that mexican ot]
ayy, uh, okay, let’s get it, uh-huh, let’s go
ayy, uh, okay, let’s get it, uh-huh, okay
let’s get it, uh-huh, okay, let’s get it, uh-huh (ayo, is that that mexican ot?)

[chorus: that mexican ot]
i walk around with a big stick
it gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
hundred round drum, i don’t miss sh-t
hit his ass up, have his mama throw a b-tch fit
say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich b-tch
slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
i’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist

[verse 1: that mexican ot]
i’m that mexican that they wanna be
nah, f-ck that, i’m the mexican that they wanna see
this that mexican o to the motherf-cking t
put your motherf-cking face on a motherf-cking tee
b-tch, i stay after f, i’m a motherf-ckin’ g
i be plotting and scheming, creepin’ with demons one deep
i got a big ol’ choppa, knock his ass off his feet
anybody say they got a problem i’ll knock out his t–th
put a big x on his hеad if he a plug
i’ma call up bigx, that’s my motherf-ckin’ thug
we gon’ push up with yoppas and choppas
and yеah, we gon’ pop ’em, we gon’ let it rain, let it flood
blow ’em back with the big mac, fold ’em like a pretzel
big booty b-tch bust it down like a bezel
i been running round through the streets
i been playing ’round with the devil
creepin’ and crawling, i walk with the metal (fah-fah)
[chorus: that mexican ot]
i walk around with a big stick
it gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
hundred round drum, i don’t miss sh-t
hit his ass up, have his mama throw a b-tch fit
say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich b-tch
slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
i’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist

[verse 2: bigxthaplug]
these n-ggas be talking and acting like they really outside
you a p-ssy boy, stop lyin’
me and my n-ggas, we strapped with that gunfire
call that mexican ot, make you sweat like a drumline
me and my n-ggas banging the same like one kind
and i never run ‘less it’s 12 on the frontline
better keep they little pistols, you know that i got mine
tell my son everyday ‘fore i leave that i’m not dyin’
in my hood i’m connected and good like a stop sign
you not having that sh-t like you say, boy, stop lyin’
calling up plays in my circle like matt ryan
threw a pack to my dawg, ran it up for a touchdown
phone call with the socket, i love when they touchdown
you n-ggas ain’t gang or the same, don’t come ’round
kick in his door, all he hear is a gun sound (fah-fah)
f-ck around, get his ass gunned down, gang
[chorus: that mexican ot]
i walk around with a big stick
it gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
hundred round drum, i don’t miss sh-t
hit his ass up, have his mama throw a b-tch fit
say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich b-tch
slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
i’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist

[verse 3: big yavo]
i’m having wock’ in my cup, i can’t get sick (i can’t get sick)
this bl!ck will sit his ass down like a picnic (make him sit down)
my b-tch having clips in her purse, not no lipstick (ain’t no lipstick)
just picked up a stripper off perc’s, i want twin tips (i want—)
psych, i really want thirty, need that cash in a hurry
these n-ggas just like a phone with no service (yeah)
she knows i ball, so it be hard to curve me (woah)
where i’m from, n-ggas run in your home like a derby (run in your—)
yeah, everyday i wake and get mula (monyun)
reach for my neck, send ya ass to the gulag (haha)
n-gga can’t trap, need to go get a new job (go get a—, go get a—)
young n-gga f-cked up, still get caught with a screwdriver (go)
take his sh-t, ask you, “what you gon’ do ’bout it?” (what you gon’—)
i put b00bs on the stick, give the choppa a new body
’cause we switchin’ lanes, like, keep up
designer my frames, i’m spendin’ (frames)
i’m rinsing the pot in the kitchen
if she don’t give brain, i’m dippin’ (i’m gone)
yeah, ain’t coming off top, then i’m outta there (ghost)
ain’t gotta go shopping ’cause i got a lot to wear (still dripped)
only pack shoes, then shop when i land (shop when i—)
if shawty too stiff, then i’m popping her friend (popping her—)
you know yay having bars, still’ll serve you a xan’ (serve you a xan’)
free the bro behind bars in the can (both of ’em)
in cali’ rolling up ‘za with my feet in the sand (feet in the—)
with a clean ass glock incase it get dirty like dan (place it)
[chorus: that mexican ot]
i walk around with a big stick
it gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
hundred round drum, i don’t miss sh-t
hit his ass up, have his mama throw a b-tch fit
say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich b-tch
slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
i’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist

- that mexican ot bigxthaplug big yavo

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