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letra de bad man - that mexican ot & sauce walka

[verse 1: that mexican ot]
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, f-ck it up, f-ck it up
shorty had a baby, now she gotta get a tummy tuck
fat-ass boy, eat the p-ssy like a honey bun
if i ain’t hot on the xbox, i’m on a money run
five racks in the toilet bowl, poppin’ my sh-t
got him b-tthurt ’cause he can’t rock with the clique
i’ma dog his ass out, made the lil’ b-tch sit
all these hoes be mackin’, my b-tch too lit
she can f-ck who she want, i can f-ck who i want, we got an unspoken agreement
even though she mad and we ain’t speakin’, she still gon’ eat this s-m-n
i’m sorry, lil’ mama, no, i’m not a lover boy, b-tch, you could take it or leave it
but the money in here, i need it
but thе money, it’s still undefeatеd
baby i’m from bc to the tx
got more drugs than a d-mn cvs
slapwood punch like nick and nate diaz
i love the way you suck d-ck, baby girl, ps
i’m a bad man, bad man, bad man
sellin’ these hoes dreams like i was santa
call my thuga flintstone ’cause that motherf-cker bam-bam
beat lil’ buddy up like my name rob van damme
he’s a dead man, dead man, dead man
better not come through the hood, it’s a dead end
this 5.56 gon’ push his head in
i’ma open up his chest and put a whole lot of lead in
boom (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[chorus: that mexican ot]
that’s a whole lot of eyes (that’s a whole lot of eyes), on the back of my b-tch (on the back of my b-tch)
got a whole lot of cots (got a whole lot of cots), in the back of this whip (in the back of this whip)
i’ma take it to the strip (i’ma take it to the strip), i’ma pay lil’ mama rent (i’ma pay lil’ mama rent)
told shawty she could go’n ‘head and f-ck all night, i just need my percent (i just need my percent, lil’ b-tch)

[verse 2: sauce walka]
mhm, she gotta, mm (uh)
she gotta divide the chanel c’s (oohwee, oohwee)
i don’t care about the lies that she tell me (hey)
baby, just keep my pockets healthy (hey)
said she sold a handjob
forty-five hundred? that’s a d-mn lie (no way)
girl, you probably made the whole bed rock
f-ck it, buy a louis duffle deadstock (hey)
stressin’ over women? that’s a headlock
these cornrows, not dreadlocks
i’m the type to switch it up, baby
i don’t even like to drive the same d-mn car (no way, oohwee)
drippin’ is biblical
ridin’ with some x-men, k!llin’ sentinels (uh-huh)
all my n-ggas ex-cons, are we pitiful?
clearly not, ownin’ acres and bentleys too (uh-huh)
good credit in the streets and on business too, double score seventeen hundred (oohwee)
seven hundred on paper, thousand in the streets, boy, i done really done it (splash)
[chorus: that mexican ot]
that’s a whole lot of eyes (that’s a whole lot of eyes), on the back of my b-tch (on the back of my b-tch)
got a whole lot of cots (got a whole lot of cots), in the back of this whip (in the back of this whip)
i’ma take it to the strip (i’ma take it to the strip), i’ma pay lil’ mama rent (i’ma pay lil’ mama rent)
told shawty she could go’n ‘head and f-ck all night, i just need my percent (i just need my percent, lil’ b-tch)

- that mexican ot sauce walka

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