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letra de bull riding - that mexican ot

[intro: that mexican ot]
(b-b-bankroll got it)
uh, uh, uh
uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-uh
uh-uh, uh-uh
uh-huh, uh-huh
(cj, shut the f-ck up)
ayo, is that that mexican ot?

[verse 1: that mexican ot]
my slapwoods double-stuffed like oreos, i’m blowin’ o’s like glory holes
you know how this story goes, i pop out with some wh0rey hoes
we make good p-rnos at home, i got the sh-t saved in my phone
b-tch, i’m texas to the bone, lil’ country boy like post malone
i be steppin’ in some all-black ostrich, i be sippin’ on codeine coffee
it put me in a codeine coffin, dead and i still be flossin’
found a white b-tch in stray from austin
can’t trust a ho, i stay cautious
got a bad b-tch with an accent from boston
hot potato your b-tch, we gon’ have her ass tossin’
in the nyc, eatin’ on chop cheese
stupid b-tch and her ass knock-kneed
is that ot? no, it cannot be
i don’t see no boots or diamonds that bling (bling)
back in texas, eatin’ pecans with lean
in the kitchen whippin’ up lil’ cuisine
i’m drinkin’ oil like i am a machine
punch him dead in his mouth, pull his tooth out the ring (right on)
[chorus: that mexican ot & drodi]
longh-rns on the escalade, i’m ridin’ on a bull
see the laws pull up behind us, i told shorty, “keep it cool” (yeah)
pour a deuce, off the drank, i’m actin’ rude (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cutman)
“ot, can i have a picture?” no, b-tch, i’m not in the mood (ayy, ayy)
ho, move

[verse 2: drodi]
ayy, she came up for a pic’, next thing you know, she suckin’ d-ck (uh-huh)
i got wockhardt in my soda, like my hoes, i like it thick (yeah, yeah)
yeah, cuban link the chain, but drodi man, he mexican (for real)
why you in my business? stupid ho, you ain’t my b-tch (haha)
i be whippin’ that hotbox, smokin’ on pop rock
get a new pack, then i drop it on pop block (uh-huh)
b-tch, i will not stop ’til i’m at the top spot (yeah)
‘wood burn slow, i be smokin’ that crockpot (for real)
came for some bread, then i lift up the lid
he was tryna come up, then he came up dead (f-ck)
tryna rob drodi man, b-tch, you dumb in the head (for real)
like i got long legs, b-tch, two steps ahead
got diamonds on my neck froze, lookin’ like an ice age
takin’ people hoes since way back on mysp-ce (haha)
you ain’t buyin’ weed, get the f-ck out my face
never take a b-tch or a l!ck to where i stay (for real)
i be gettin’ blown like a dandi
keep a nine milli’ in my hand, come in handy (yeah)
ain’t sh-t sweet, but we smokin’ on candy (yeah)
twenty for the grammy (yeah)
foot up on they neck, gotta make ’em understand me, yeah
[chorus: that mexican ot]
longh-rns on the escalade, i’m ridin’ on a bull
see the laws pull up behind us, i told shorty, “keep it cool”
pour a deuce, off the drank, i’m actin’ rude
“ot, can i have a picture?” no, b-tch, i’m not in the mood
ho, move

[verse 3: slim thug]
move around quick, get out my way
you ain’t got your camera ready, i ain’t got time to play
tryna make a mill’ a day, every second gon’ count
plus i’m too high to stop, i just smoked a whole ounce
bad b-tches’ ass bounce when big slim show up (show up)
strippers start playing my song, tryna make me throw up
i keep buyin’ new toys, i ain’t never gon’ grow up (grow up)
haters mad i’m still rich, i keep stackin’ dough up (dough up)
known for my cars like i’m known for my bars
in the caddy, two stars talkin’, havin’ a ménage
happy ending with massage, what i do on a monday
in an escalade, takin’ off down the runway

[chorus: that mexican ot]
longh-rns on the escalade, i’m ridin’ on a bull
see the laws pull up behind us, i told shorty, “keep it cool”
pour a deuce, off the drank, i’m actin’ rude
“ot, can i have a picture?” no, b-tch, i’m not in the mood
ho, move
longh-rns on the escalade, i’m ridin’ on a bull
see the laws pull up behind us, i told shorty, “keep it cool”
pour a deuce, off the drank, i’m actin’ rude
“ot, can i have a picture?” no, b-tch, i’m not in the mood
ho, move

- that mexican ot

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