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letra de ben over - that mexican ot

[intro]
run it back, kato

[pre-chorus]
i got a glock, it got an extendo (pew)
auto zone, zoom
paul walker racin’ in lookin’ for them benjamins
pass up a thot, not a ten
her last name over, her first name ben
you would think she a dyk- that jus got out the pen
[chorus]
i don’t need a suppressor, i got a potato
real street n-gga, hard like dry play-doh
bricks of cocaine lookin’ like they legos
turtle race, i got syrup in my faygo
i don’t need a suppressor, i got a potato
real street n-gga, hard like dry play-doh
bricks of cocaine lookin’ like they legos
turtle race, i got syrup in my faygo

[verse]
i’m that mexican o to the motherf-ckin’ t
i’ll t-y-b in a plain white tee
bangin’ c-r-i-p ’til i r-i-p
if you want respect, look me in my e-y-e
got a team full of hitters, we looking like marvel
poppin’ wheelies on a dirt bike goin full throttle
got a bad lil’ b-tch shaped like a coke bottle
we be getting this money like there ain’t no tomorrow
i hit a drive by on a fly guy then take his goods
i put a f-ck n-gga in a ‘wood
i’m from be careful texas where we wish you would
haters mad at me and they wishin’ they could
my chopper a thottie, she got all these bodies
i call her a thot ho, uh-huh
she say they that she freaky, she say that she h-rny
and she want her a lot more, uh-huh
i don’t need no safety, i’m rockin’ out dangerous
i got it all under control
i push up with a big old yopper like rambo
this big b-tch here i ain’t gotta reload, uh-huh
i’ma motion a blitz, i’ma call a kick door
i’ma up with a stick, make his ass limbo
she a stupid lil’ b-tch, she a dumb bimbo
and her boyfriend d-ck look like a little toe
i be burning the herbals, i got it smelling like a fart
my vvs t–th gon’ shine in the dark
kick his ass in his stomach and i’ma make his ass shart
peyton manning how i’m throwin’ these bullets, they goin far
ridin’ ’round with a bl!ck and it a get a big ol’ d-ck
just like a donkey, it kick
they done got me turnt up, lil’ b-tch, i’m lit
yeah, i got the yopper spittin’ like a b-tch with a lisp
hit a line of sum yay
yellin’ out no mames guey
orale pues, i’ma knock out his brain
i be drippin’ in sauce, f-ck around leave a stain
like batman, i’m the bad man named bane
ayo, is that that mexican ot?
[pre-chorus]
i got a glock, it got an extendo (pew)
auto zone, zoom
paul walker racin’ in lookin’ for them benjamins
pass up a thot, not a ten
her last name over, her first name ben
you would think she a dyk- that jus got out the pen

[chorus]
i don’t need a suppressor, i got a potato
real street n-gga, hard like dry play-doh
bricks of cocaine lookin’ like they legos
turtle race, i got syrup in my faygo
i don’t need a suppressor, i got a potato
real street n-gga, hard like dry play-doh
bricks of cocaine lookin’ like they legos
turtle race, i got syrup in my faygo

[outro]
i got syrup in my faygo
i got syrup in my faygo
i got syrup in my faygo
run it back, kato

- that mexican ot

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