That Mexican OT, K3vlar Deon, Curren$y - September 8th lyrics
Virgil René Gazca
[That Mexican OT, K3vlar Deon, Curren$y - September 8th lyrics]
Yeah in the booth with my man Pollo
C4 K3vlar, you know what it is because she
And because I
But mostly because of she and I
Yeah, she
(She) , likes (Likes) , the way (The way)
That I (That I) roll my weed up
(Roll my weed up) , roll my weed up, yeah
And I
(I) , like (Like) , to drink (To drink)
So I (So I) pour my lean up
(Pour my lean up) , then I
Pour more lean up, yeah, yeah
I'ma kick back, sit back, relax, max
And cool
Got my dick on my bitch sayin', "OT
I'm wet like a pool"
Put a rope around his neck and I
Yank it until I break it
If he thinkin' he the best, then he mistaken
I'ma spank him 556 uppercut like a boxer
Smoke him like a rasta
Me and Shunny makin' money on
The way to Blue Lobster
Mi casa su casa is what pops said
Hot lead is what I'm exchanging
Guns banging when he drop dead (Right on)
Yeah, I'ma pop out with this Glock out
With your baby mama, my cock out
Blow her back out when I rock out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I ain't worried 'bout no oppositions 'cause
I'm quick to get it
Ain't no decision making or hesitation
I'm gon' bang it
I'ma push up, hop out, yeah
I got the top down
All of them be hatin' 'cause they
See I'm at the top now
Fuck with me, get cropped out, bitch
I'm from the dirty South
"I wanna see your grill
" she like them diamonds in my mouth
Yeah, she
(She) , likes (Likes) , the way (The way)
That I (That I) roll my weed up
(Roll my weed up) , roll my weed up, yeah
And I
(I) , like (Like) , to drink (To drink)
So I (So I) pour my lean up
(Pour my lean up) , then I pour more lean up
Yeah
Uh, trail in my Chevy to Texas
Fuck paint shop blessing
The sickest around, he put me down
Look at me now
Hit the switch, caught your bitch looking
Passed the joint to her and she took it
The scene, we shook it
Jive turkeys not worthy
Swerve into the company of
Folks who more deserving
Laid my Impala to the concrete
Increase the property value in your hood
When I roll down your street
(When I come dippin' down your street)
Lit the weed
Ideas came to me in groups of threes
Plans in motion, yes, indeed
Water that receive
All the nutrients and sunlight that it need
Maintain my high and stay free that's me
High as fuck, low-key
6'4", ten batteries hot as fish grease
You on hot, pull up front, let's see
Don't be the next contestant on
That Summer Jam screen, nigga
Yeah, she
(She) , likes (Likes) , the way (The way)
That I (That I) roll my weed up
(Roll my weed up) , roll my weed up, yeah
And I
(I) , like (Like) , to drink (To drink)
So I (So I) pour my lean up
(Pour my lean up) , then I pour more lean up
Yeah
C4 K3vlar, you know what it is because she
And because I
But mostly because of she and I
Yeah, she
(She) , likes (Likes) , the way (The way)
That I (That I) roll my weed up
(Roll my weed up) , roll my weed up, yeah
And I
(I) , like (Like) , to drink (To drink)
So I (So I) pour my lean up
(Pour my lean up) , then I
Pour more lean up, yeah, yeah
I'ma kick back, sit back, relax, max
And cool
Got my dick on my bitch sayin', "OT
I'm wet like a pool"
Put a rope around his neck and I
Yank it until I break it
If he thinkin' he the best, then he mistaken
I'ma spank him 556 uppercut like a boxer
Smoke him like a rasta
Me and Shunny makin' money on
The way to Blue Lobster
Mi casa su casa is what pops said
Hot lead is what I'm exchanging
Guns banging when he drop dead (Right on)
Yeah, I'ma pop out with this Glock out
With your baby mama, my cock out
Blow her back out when I rock out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I ain't worried 'bout no oppositions 'cause
I'm quick to get it
Ain't no decision making or hesitation
I'm gon' bang it
I'ma push up, hop out, yeah
I got the top down
All of them be hatin' 'cause they
See I'm at the top now
Fuck with me, get cropped out, bitch
I'm from the dirty South
"I wanna see your grill
" she like them diamonds in my mouth
Yeah, she
(She) , likes (Likes) , the way (The way)
That I (That I) roll my weed up
(Roll my weed up) , roll my weed up, yeah
And I
(I) , like (Like) , to drink (To drink)
So I (So I) pour my lean up
(Pour my lean up) , then I pour more lean up
Yeah
Uh, trail in my Chevy to Texas
Fuck paint shop blessing
The sickest around, he put me down
Look at me now
Hit the switch, caught your bitch looking
Passed the joint to her and she took it
The scene, we shook it
Jive turkeys not worthy
Swerve into the company of
Folks who more deserving
Laid my Impala to the concrete
Increase the property value in your hood
When I roll down your street
(When I come dippin' down your street)
Lit the weed
Ideas came to me in groups of threes
Plans in motion, yes, indeed
Water that receive
All the nutrients and sunlight that it need
Maintain my high and stay free that's me
High as fuck, low-key
6'4", ten batteries hot as fish grease
You on hot, pull up front, let's see
Don't be the next contestant on
That Summer Jam screen, nigga
Yeah, she
(She) , likes (Likes) , the way (The way)
That I (That I) roll my weed up
(Roll my weed up) , roll my weed up, yeah
And I
(I) , like (Like) , to drink (To drink)
So I (So I) pour my lean up
(Pour my lean up) , then I pour more lean up
Yeah