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letra de 02.02.99 - that mexican ot

[intro]
(skelez, oh my god)

[chorus]
can’t n0body tell me sh-t ’cause i got cutters, motherf-cker
b-tch, i’m virgil ’til i die, no, i can’t be n0body other
told my chopper that the only thing we got is just each other
i’m the type that need the walls up when they bowlin’ ’cause i’m gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)

[verse 1]
i ain’t f-ck your sister, b-tch, i’m just a motherf-cker
nah, i’m lyin’, i knocked her ass down too and we got in a lots of trouble, ugh
f-ck mexican ot and f-ck his raps, he’s just a b-tch
ho, i’m virgil ’til i die, and, oh, yes, sir, i’m with the sh-ts (fah, fah, fah, fah)
on 288, swingin’ elbows like i’m in the ufc
my chopper got a mind of its own, so if it shoot, it ain’t on me
i stay after f because i’m a g
bad b-tch with me, she stay on fleek
miami heat, up and shoot, shoot a three, call my chopper “kick” because it knock out a knee
yes, b-tch, i’m cut throat, no love, ho
we gon’ get ’em done, foe
hop out with these sticks, i told my tio, “let that mug blow”
mismatch my designer, got me feelin’ like i’m lud foe
if the b-tch can’t afford my watch, then i ain’t got time for a itty-bitty broke ho (uh-huh, uh-huh)

[interlude]
ayo, is that that mexican ot?
[chorus]
can’t n0body tell me sh-t ’cause i got cutters, motherf-cker
b-tch, i’m virgil ’til i die, no, i can’t be n0body other
told my chopper that the only thing we got is just each other
i’m the type that need the walls up when they bowlin’ ’cause i’m gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)

[verse 2]
i was deep in that water, swimmin’ with them fishes
them crash dummy missions, i was jumpin’ fences
i came out of the mud like a victim of ditches
everywhere i go, got a glock in my britches
cut ’em up, now the doctor givin’ ’em some stitches
a beam on the yopper, i ain’t never missin’
double ds on the cutter, nina got extensions
in the southside of texas, double cup, we sippin’
southside steppin’, i’m player made
i pour up a four, mix it with minute maid
if it’s drama you want, we pull up where you stay
and i ain’t callin’ ’em ’cause i want deep hitter stains
ready for war, i’m strapped up like a soldier
the tooley gonna knock his head right off his shoulder
i’m actin’ a fooley while pushin’ a stolo
my grandma make cookies, they got me on slow-mo

[interlude]
virgil, you have everything under control
it is all in your mind
the world is now in your hands
finish him
[chorus]
can’t n0body tell me sh-t ’cause i got cutters, motherf-cker
b-tch, i’m virgil ’til i die, no, i can’t be n0body other
told my chopper that the only thing we got is just each other
i’m the type that need the walls up when they bowlin’ ’cause i’m gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)

- that mexican ot

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