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• Artiste: That Mexican OT
• Titre: Accessories
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Hey, Huh, Huh Tattoos all on my skin Yeah Pull up in the drop top Benz In Miami like a dolphin and I'm walking with a fin Two brand new fits done spent like ten New ARP when I shoot, don't jam Nigga, look up at the wrist got an all gold prison I might pull up in a pilot throw bows on the Chevy Ain my money, little nigga, please get on Catching a bag of money dance up in the end zone I like thick hoes, huh With their wrist froze With their ass so fat, you can sit on Get chop with a brick in the kitchen got a machete I'll slice a nigga head like an egg with confetti Got all white Air Force ones like Nelly Got a Wackhardt pint sitting nice in my belly Me and OT pulled up in the two twin lacs Got the Glock on my lap with the switches attach Two hundred in the SRT might crash Play with Zay I'll shoot you in the face for a scratch Got your bitch eating dick my nut up on her lash In a brand new tank going hard for the cash Two fifty in the bag now I ball like Nash I'm a dirty Mexican leave em all with a rash aayyeee Fresh to death stepping out looking like Baby Zay My accessories are grills and a throw away We had so many breaks the head came in today God I'm gone so fast they thought they was thrown away Rolling on Choppa like Big Moe Bay City Texas Lil Bitches kick door Hogg talking about a dice game what it hit for Me and Peso hitting licks in the trench coat I got a Wackhardt water jug to quench my thirst While I'm hitting it from the back I be digging in her purse I'm consider a killer cause I sped up a killer verse Rolling tongue with a cowboy hat I did it first now You can tell Soulja Boy I said it Gone ahead give his ass the message You should know I'm Southside stepping I ain't got no nunchucks Mac-eleven my weapon You sain't never broke a leg you ain't stepping how I'm stepping My push up look at me like a luchador Clumsy that boy dropping dick in a stupid whore Shot out to Virgil cause this is who I do it for Pour an eighth in the Fanta now it looks like it's Baltimore Rings looking like I had won eight Super Bowls Whipping up a menudo inside a superbowl Smelling like some Chrome cologne mix wit some booty hole OT you stupid yeah huh I already know huh You ain't gotta tell me Urban cowboy getting booty in the Chevy She like my country grammar like I was Nelly Cook her a noodle pack and make her spaghetti Move bitch get outta here OT falling off no this is not the year Thought of my mama and I had to drop a tear Now I'm on top and I got the whole block in here Fresh to death stepping out looking like Baby Zay My accessories are grills and a throw away We had so many breaks the head came in today God I'm gone so fast they thought they was thrown away Rolling on Choppa like Big Moe Bay City Texas Lil Bitches kick door Hogg talking about a dice game what it hit for Me and Peso hitting licks in the trench coat Fresh to death stepping out looking like Baby Zay My accessories are grills and a throw away We had so many breaks the head came in today God I'm gone so fast they thought they was thrown away Rolling on Choppa like Big Moe Bay City Texas Lil Bitches kick door Hogg talking about a dice game what it hit for Me and Peso hitting licks in the trench coat