That Mexican OT - Breannan lyrics
Virgil René Gazca
[That Mexican OT - Breannan lyrics]
(I like it)
I party, hit cocaine
Sip drank and smoke weed
But at night in my bed, it's so lonely
God couldn’t even make the
Perfect woman for me
Until somebody hold me down
I'm out here running these streets
Oh, Breannan lil' bitch
You know I can’t stand it when
You play the mind games
Why babe? You could hit the highway
I'll have you die on Friday and
I'ma be in hell wit' you
Well, I just found out my girl's
Been fucking an old partner lately
Contemplating on why they hate me
Act shady and try to play me
She did this but still tell me, "Oh
Virgil I want your baby" like, stupid bitch
Is you crazy? I wouldn't get you
Pregnant if you paid mе
And my other partner just dry-ass lyin'
I know he a cappеr
He make me wanna sharpen a toothbrush
Stick the blade through his Adam's Apple
I’m not innocent, I dibble and
Dabble, but Eve told Adam, "Eat the apple"
My only self defense mechanism is lay
Their face inside the gravel I had to leave
’cause she was too much to handle
Running from love, got no standards
Was talking 'bout changing Pampers
Now it’s just me overloading
Clothes in the hamper
The house a mess, a disaster
I'm eating shrooms tryna manage
I party, hit cocaine
Sip drank and smoke weed
But at night in my bed, it's so lonely
God couldn't even make the
Perfect woman for me
Until somebody hold me down
I’m out here running these streets
Oh, Breannan lil' bitch
You know, - I can't stand it when
You play the mind games
Why babe? You could hit the highway
I'll have you die on Friday and
I'ma be in hell wit' you (Wit' you)
Wit' you wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)
Wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)
I party, hit cocaine
Sip drank and smoke weed
But at night in my bed, it's so lonely
God couldn't even make the
Perfect woman for me
Until somebody hold me down
I'm out here running these streets
Oh, Breannan lil' bitch
You know, - I can't stand it when
You play the mind games
Why babe? You could hit the highway
I'll have you die on Friday and
I'ma be in hell wit' you (Wit' you)
Wit' you wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)
Wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)
I party, hit cocaine
Sip drank and smoke weed
But at night in my bed, it's so lonely
God couldn’t even make the
Perfect woman for me
Until somebody hold me down
I'm out here running these streets
Oh, Breannan lil' bitch
You know I can’t stand it when
You play the mind games
Why babe? You could hit the highway
I'll have you die on Friday and
I'ma be in hell wit' you
Well, I just found out my girl's
Been fucking an old partner lately
Contemplating on why they hate me
Act shady and try to play me
She did this but still tell me, "Oh
Virgil I want your baby" like, stupid bitch
Is you crazy? I wouldn't get you
Pregnant if you paid mе
And my other partner just dry-ass lyin'
I know he a cappеr
He make me wanna sharpen a toothbrush
Stick the blade through his Adam's Apple
I’m not innocent, I dibble and
Dabble, but Eve told Adam, "Eat the apple"
My only self defense mechanism is lay
Their face inside the gravel I had to leave
’cause she was too much to handle
Running from love, got no standards
Was talking 'bout changing Pampers
Now it’s just me overloading
Clothes in the hamper
The house a mess, a disaster
I'm eating shrooms tryna manage
I party, hit cocaine
Sip drank and smoke weed
But at night in my bed, it's so lonely
God couldn't even make the
Perfect woman for me
Until somebody hold me down
I’m out here running these streets
Oh, Breannan lil' bitch
You know, - I can't stand it when
You play the mind games
Why babe? You could hit the highway
I'll have you die on Friday and
I'ma be in hell wit' you (Wit' you)
Wit' you wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)
Wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)
I party, hit cocaine
Sip drank and smoke weed
But at night in my bed, it's so lonely
God couldn't even make the
Perfect woman for me
Until somebody hold me down
I'm out here running these streets
Oh, Breannan lil' bitch
You know, - I can't stand it when
You play the mind games
Why babe? You could hit the highway
I'll have you die on Friday and
I'ma be in hell wit' you (Wit' you)
Wit' you wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)
Wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)