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letra de johnny dang (mixed) - that mexican ot, paul wall & drodi

[chorus: that mexican ot]
louis vuitton umbrella when i walk through the rain
in the kitchen, whippin’ chicken, countin’ bread like cane’s
good dope got a mexican lookin’ like johnny dang
knee deep in muddy water, still carryin’ my k
right pocket got money, left pocket cocaine
bulletproof white cadillac, ridin’ in a tank
i’m a dirty bay baby from dirty bay with a dirty k
slide down your block, light it up with flames

[verse 1: that mexican ot]
choppin’ down the block while the ‘lac doing jumping jacks
smoking on the ‘wood, yellin’, “timber,” like it’s lumberjack
suppressor on a mac-10 soundin’ like its bubblewrap
throw the tv in the shower, i’ma give his ass a bubble bath
yoppers and choppers, lil’ b-tch, i got a whole lot of that
with the steel, i’ma k!ll y’all, got ’em falling back
got me feeling like a baby that’s fiending, so where my bottle at?
i’m just rhymin’ words, i don’t even know how to rap
every time that they see me, best believe that i’m flossed up
got crossed up, d-ck in the dirt, then i bossed up
i be catchin’ these plays, f-ck around and get mossed up
i be eatin’ the booty like salad, get it tossed up
pop trunk on a hater while we waving goodbye
i’m from lonestar, sippin’ lean with pecan pie
i don’t play ’bout respect, for that, we gon’ die
time is money, so best believe i’ma be on time
[chorus: that mexican ot]
louis vuitton umbrella when i walk through the rain
in the kitchen, whippin’ chicken, countin’ bread like cane’s
good dope got a mexican lookin’ like johnny dang
knee deep in muddy water, still carryin’ my k
right pocket got money, left pocket cocaine
bulletproof white cadillac, ridin’ in a tank
i’m a dirty bay baby from dirty bay with a dirty k
slide down your block, light it up with flames

[verse 2: drodi]
in the ‘lac, smoked out, long fours poked out
keep p’s in the drought, gettin’ money down south
feelin’ like johnny dang, got diamonds in my chain
hit your b-tch in the guts with this big ol’ thing
i got ice on my neck like it’s swollen
and they cold than a b-tch, yeah, these diamonds look frozen
real players get chose, so you know that i be chosen
got exotic in my pocket, grab a slapwood and i roll it
i stay out the way, don’t be all in the mix
call me for sevens, don’t call me for six
i ain’t sellin’ no grams, b-tch, come buy a zip
see the streets gettin’ dry, finna go and take a trip, let’s dip (ayy)
hold up, wait a minute, if i get it, then i spend it
when i’m in it, can’t pretend it, keep it tinted with my business
i’m relentless, leave no witness
i got two rent houses and them b-tches gettin’ rented
b-tch, i been a boss for a minute
[chorus: that mexican ot & paul wall]
louis vuitton umbrella when i walk through the rain
in the kitchen, whippin’ chicken, countin’ bread like cane’s
good dope got a mexican lookin’ like johnny dang
knee deep in muddy water, still carryin’ my k
right pocket got money, left pocket cocaine
bulletproof white cadillac, ridin’ in a tank
i’m a dirty bay baby from dirty bay with a dirty k (paul wall, baby)
slide down your block, light it up with flames (paul wall)

[verse 3: paul wall]
i got ice all over my body, lookin’ like a snowman
big rocks in the grill, dancin’ like a slow jam
my chain so heavy, i’m walkin’ like an old man
try me, you gon’ get tagged like a spray paint can
smoking somethin’ from spokane, i’m gettin’ throwed
it’s gettin’ cold, put on a coat, my ice froze
riding fours, i’m poking out on nice toes
drive slow, my trunk up and the lights glow
when i’m sittin’ so low to the ground, i might scr-pe it
nothin’ fake, candy the paint, i might flake it
riding down 288 and the top vacant
thinking you gon’ run up on me, then you mistaken
getting baked, breakin’ ’em off and leaving stains
i came through drippin’ a puddle, you thought it rained
everything flawless from the grills to the chain
i done spent lot of change, now i’m lookin’ like johnny dang
[chorus: that mexican ot]
louis vuitton umbrella when i walk through the rain
in the kitchen, whippin’ chicken, countin’ bread like cane’s
good dope got a mexican lookin’ like johnny dang
knee deep in muddy water, still carryin’ my k
right pocket got money, left pocket cocaine
bulletproof white cadillac, ridin’ in a tank
i’m a dirty bay baby from dirty bay with a dirty k
slide down your block, light it up with flames

- that mexican ot paul wall drodi

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