That Mexican OT – Groovin (Remix) Lyrics

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Intro
Yeah
I—, I might just
Hey, mute me, C4
Yeah, wicked Libra in this bitch, break dancing and shit

Verse
I—, I might just push up to your turf, then tag toe you
That’s what them loc’s do
Kill you and don’t know you
My chopper be screaming, yo’ chopper be whispering
I said, “Yeah, I took his life”, and I don’t care who listening
Went to your funeral and told your mama you resting in peace now
Take a look at him, why you laying in this casket?
Say peace out
You take one of mine and then I take one of yours
And we be catching anybody just like we playing some sports
On gangster, buster, I might have to go buy it
Gangsta thuggin’ and you know I ain’t stopping
I got that rocket in my pocket
Put some powder in my nose and then my jaw start lockin’
Like hog hunting at 3 A.M, my spotlight is spotting
That’s why I gotta watch my back
People scheming and plotting, but I can’t go out like that
No, I got something to prove, and I can’t worry about a busta
I got something to lose
And I can’t trust none of these net nats, they gon’ make me a fool
My mama told me I’m a gangster ‘cause it run in our blood
Like Mother Nature with these tricks, I let it rain, let it flood
And I be acting like peroxide when I’m all in the guts
So if you say you want some smoke, yeah, I’ma roll you like blunts
I sell them Xannies (I sell them Xannies)
They make me do things I don’t wanna do
Puffing on that poison, now I’m moving like I’m chopped and screwed
Merry Christmas, Santa brought me all these Christmas trees
First stop flipping, then invest into some coco’ leaves
I got some vatos that go loco for that Coco Puff
Never fall into information, I’ma keep it hush
And these OG’s acting like they tough, but I ain’t seen enough
And I don’t want to hear no lies, ‘cause you ain’t feeding us
Run through your crib and touch on fella while I’m powdered up
My mama told me I ain’t got nobody but myself
But when I do these drugs, I’m feeling like I’m someone else
And when Virgil died, that’s when OT come alive
Birds chirping wake and bake, first thing is get high
Get her weed, get her goin’, after that I multiply
I told her grind, I’ll see you later, I’m on my way to the sky
Grooving in the spaceship while I’m telling the Earth, “Bye”
‘Cause I’II be cooling
Zooted and booted, we grooving out
Like a fat boy in the P.E. class, weed got me passing out
Hold up, you don’t know how I roll
I’m moving too deep, it’s that boy OT and his pole
Outro
I be cooling in my spaceship, groovin’
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, I’m cooling in my spaceship, groovin’
Yeah, yeah
Right on

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That Mexican OT – Cowboy In New York Lyrics

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That Mexican OT – Cowboy Killer Lyrics

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That Mexican OT – 15 Missed Calls (feat. Sploosh God) Lyrics

That Mexican OT – 15 Missed Calls (feat. Sploosh God) ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra That Mexican OT Intro: That Mexican OT
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
(Stop playin’)

Verse 1: That Mexican OT
I got the weed nobody can touch, I be smoking that virgin Mary Jane
That Mexican what? That Mexican OT, don’t act like y’all don’t know the name
I got gas in the blunt that’s gon’ peel the paint
I got three wise men bringing hella dank
I got a bitch working out, doing shake weight
Ricky Bobby money in the kitchen, I shake and bake
My bitch is bad and older, don’t drink soda, I love that pussy odor (Uh-huh)
She ride like Rover, bend it over, eat dick ‘til she throw up (Uh)
Gotta her all on her knees like, “Amen”
Put it in the wrong hole, she like, “Ayy, man”
Beating it up and I got her spraying like a spray can
Mеssing with this girl and her family the Ku Klux Klan
She likеs my demeanor, she likes how I’m wylin’
She like her a beaner, she like how I’m stylin’
She like role play, so I’m teaching her college
I put it in the butt, I ain’t using no condom
She call me the wet back ‘cause I get her back wet
Slipping and sliding from all of that back sweat
Deep in her guts, now I got her stomach upset
Fell in love with me, she said she gon’ up that
She so freaky, she wanna eat me
Beat up that pinky, stuff her like a Twinkie
Got her room hot, got it musty and steamy
I’m slidin’ it in, you would think it’s a CD
Right on
Shawty said she gon’ ride for me, and she said she gon’ slide for me
And while I’ll be beating, I got her screaming that That Mexican OT is the guy for me
Chorus: That Mexican OT
Fifteen missed calls from my lil’ bitch, she say I’ve been tripping lately
I say, “Nah, I just gotta get this money, I’m on a mission, baby”
Plus, see people wan’ see me in the box, so l stay Glocked with no safety rounds
And rounds of ammunition
Step to this lil’ bitch, you crazy

Verse 2: Sploosh God
Told that lil’ ho I’m crazy like CeeLo (Like who?)
Always calling my tio for kilos (Brrt)
In the midst of the moment, the money the only thing I find important to me, though (Just give me the loot)
Can’t go fuck up my digits when I’m tryna live it up
Bitches be holding you back (What?)
That’s why I don’t got love for no ho and I’m always out rapping and killing a track (Kill shit)
Rep the H, need that bitch on my back (H, bitch)
Only focused on bread and a stack (Ayy, ho)
If she don’t eat the dick anywhere all the time, then that ho getting gone like a pack (Gone, bitch)
On the mission collecting ciabatta
That ho call me “Dada”
I can’t be ya padre (Hell, nah)
Understand that I’m freaky as fuck and I don’t give a fuck to drop dick in ya Madre, ooh (Sploosh, Sploosh)
Young playa have her sellin’ cat and breaking guap (Yeah)
Been this way since a jit, I can’t have no relations, I’m focused on hitting the top (Hitting the top, bitch)
She be calling my phone wondering what I be on, but I’m off somewhere all in the mix (I’m all in the mix, ho)
If you fucking, I’m sorry, lil’ baby
I can’t have no ties on my road to get rich (I’m tryna get rich)
Niggas mad that they bitches be biting and getting excited, tryna take us a flick (No, you can’t have a photo)
Lil’ ho can’t get a dollar from me or a holla from me
All she get is some dick (Lil’ bitch, that’s the motto)
In the studio rapping these raps (Sploosh, Sploosh, Sploosh), tryna get out the hood and make living a switch
Don’t be blowing my line, I’m fine
No falling behind, I’m hitting some licks
Chorus: That Mexican OT
Fifteen missed calls from my lil’ bitch, she say I’ve been tripping lately
I say, “Nah, I just gotta get this money, I’m on a mission, baby”
Plus, see people wan’ see me in the box, so l stay Glocked with no safety rounds
And rounds of ammunition
Step to this lil’ bitch, you crazy
Fifteen missed calls from my lil’ bitch, she say I’ve been tripping lately
I say, “Nah, I just gotta get this money, I’m on a mission, baby”
Plus, see people wan’ see me in the box, so l stay Glocked with no safety rounds
And rounds of ammunition
Step to this lil’ bitch, you crazy
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That Mexican OT – Opp Or 2 (feat. Maxo Kream) Lyrics

That Mexican OT – Opp Or 2 (feat. Maxo Kream) ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra That Mexican OT That Intro
(Ooh, Jonny Shipes)
(This is a true Hollywood beat)

Verse 1: That Mexican OT
Every beat that I’m on, I’ma eat like a fat ass
“You gotta be quicker than that”, I’m that fast
Good dope, geeked up, filled up like a lab rat
AR-15 fit perfect in the backpack (Fah-fah)
I’m decapitating anybody hatin’
I’m a lamb in a blanket
It’ll put his bitch-ass right to sleep
Feeling froggy, then leap
I shoot at the feet
“How he roll his tongue like that? It’s so unique” (Grrt)
Don’t make me make this yappa, “Grrt”
V8 in the hood, when it start it go, “Grrt”
Big box the block, make the Glock go, “Grrt, grrt-grrt-grrt-grrt”
I say for breakfast I eat Xannies
I clean my face with panties
I mix the Wock’ with candy
I’m straight out of Texas like Sandy
I’m in the phantom like I’m Danny
Call Rozay for the Remy
I take her to the telly, then I piss on a ho like Kelly
Chorus: That Mexican OT
Oh, yeah, she like the way I stick and move (And move)
There ain’t nothin’ smooth than a hoover that groove
Choppa speaking like Biggie, so give me the loot
I might just catch me an opp’ or two (Or two)
You ain’t gangster, bitch, you boobble the foo
Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out his shoe

Verse 2: Maxo Kream
Every-every-every time we get the drop, you know what we do
Came for the main opp’, we gon’ shoot at his crew
Murder block, foreign park, Bay, make it five times two
Make a nigga slow row like he talkin’ to Screw
We the walk down-run up-hop out crew
My gun bust a kappa, we stepping like Nupes
Hit his top up when I up the Glock, boy
Catch you on the block, boy
All my niggas gon’ shoot
Bulletproof Lambo’, ridin’ with the ammo
Line, no west, get fanned like a candle
Money don’t come, hit ya cabanas
Stepping on toes, got me rocking Cletta
Made it sim pedaling
Pounds, heroin, drink
Servin’ that PHD
Birds, I be selling them, serve you a Pelican
Hit up my Mexican, get ‘em OT
Chorus: That Mexican OT
Oh, yeah, she like the way I stick and move (And move)
There ain’t nothin’ smooth than a hoover that groove
Choppa speaking like Biggie, so give me the loot
I might just catch me an opp’ or two (Or two)
You ain’t gangster, bitch, you boobble the foo
Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out his shoe
She like the way I stick and move (And move)
There ain’t nothin’ smooth than a hoover that groove
Choppa speaking like Biggie, so give me the loot
I might just catch me an opp’ or two (Or two)
You ain’t gangster, bitch, you boobble the foo
Put my foot in this mouth, make him shit out his shoe
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That Mexican OT – Skelz Lyrics

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Chorus
I’ma lil’ HBK kid in the strip club throwing a whole lotta ones
I just bought me a brand new whip with some new rims and a brand new gun
When I pop out I smell like a skunk
Gang banging, I be stacking like a bunk
Fuck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk
AR-15 got him walking like he drunk
I ain’t scared of them, I put it on Chuck
You a bitch-ass punk

Verse 1
In the NFL with Skelz in the turf, looking like there’s a fifty dollar bill
Crack the seal, catch a feel
Headshot for the kill
Wasn’t rap about pickles, but I got me a deal
Mixing lean with the soda, pockets green like Yoda
I’m a fat Mexican on the sideline watching Elliot run the score up
South Side, I’ma the four, I’ma throw for it
The activist, I’ma pour it
Blow a whole in his face, got him looking like a donut
So what? Sho’ enough
Gave his mama tissue paper, let that motherfucker soak up
Her son got tour up
Torch and a rig, I be dabbing
Five thousand with a Hellcat, prob’ got me saggin’
Bitch, FTP be the fashion
Pop a bar, I’m relapsing
I jump in the Caddy, then crash it
I wake up and don’t know what happen
Bad bitch, butt naked, walking with a fatty
Kill the pussy like tatted
Stunt like my motherfuckin’ daddy
They be like, “OT, boy, you not too shabby”
Told the police, “It wasn’t me, my name is Shaggy”
They ain’t going for it, they already know I’m trigger happy
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Bridge
OT, you better pick this phone up
You ain’t took your medicine in a month
Boy, you goin’ crazy out there
Pick up the phone, OT

Chorus
I’ma lil’ HBK kid in the strip club throwing a whole lotta ones (Uh-huh)
I just bought me a brand new whip with some new rims and a brand new gun (Uh-huh)
When I pop out I smell like a skunk (Uh-huh)
Gang banging, I be stacking like a bunk
Fuck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
AR-15 got him walking like he drunk (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t scared of them, I put it on Chuck
You a bitch-ass punk
I’ma lil’ HBK kid in the strip club throwing a whole lotta ones (Uh-huh)
I just bought me a brand new whip with some new rims and a brand new gun (Uh-huh)
When I pop out I smell like a skunk (Uh-huh)
Gang banging, I be stacking like a bunk
Fuck around and throw ya daddy in the trunk (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
AR-15 got him walking like he drunk (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t scared of them, I put it on Chuck
You a bitch-ass punk

Interlude
She be crying ‘bout her boyfriend (Her boyfriend)
I told her, “Let’s link, we can fuck the pain away” (Uh)
Ridin’ ‘round with a knot in my sock, beating up the block
Stacking money up, yup, yup, day-to-day
Phew, phew, phew, hit him up with the fade away
Balling-ass Mexican, everyday eating shrimp and steak
Throw me in the jungle, best believe, that I’ma find a way
Verse 2
Came back with a lion head and a zebra cake (Grrah)
I got the rap game in a Lamborghini leg lock
Fucking like Fred Flintstone, bitch, I make the bed rock
I got vatos at the border and them boys with the dreadlocks
I got them looking like they Indian, run ‘em down with the red dot
Stick talk, get ‘em picked off
Bullets make ‘em Crip walk
Chop his body up and put him in a Ziploc
My choppa got big ol’ titties, and yeah, she a big thot
It got a hundred round drum with a big Glock
I need a Burberry blender to make a protein shake
I’ma fat-ass Mexican and I push a lot of weight
I got a bitch that sucks dick and cook a real good steak
They tryna fuck with OT, but they just too late
All this money got me saggin’, count it up like Madden
Yeah, I gotta have it
Automatic when it come to static
Yeah, I get it crackin’
I’m in the Caddy fucking on a baddy
Yeah, she got a fatty, on the white girl, I’m not talking Maddie
Put ‘em in the trash can and throw his life away
The way I roll my tongue, it make my bitch cum like a tidal wave
Codeine in the fridge with good dope inside the microwave
Last time I didn’t, but you know I got time today
Be careful, Texas, I’ma Bay City all star
Kicking down the door, you won’t ever hear me knock-knock
Slidin’ down the block, I’m knocking tops off all my opps
Choppa singing “Bidi Bidi Bom Bom” (Fah-fah)
Interlude
She be crying ‘bout her boyfriend (Her boyfriend)
I told her, “Let’s link, we can fuck the pain away” (Uh)
Ridin’ ‘round with a knot in my sock, beating up the block
Stacking money up, yup, yup, day-to-day
Phew, phew, phew, hit him up with the fade away
Balling-ass Mexican, everyday eating shrimp and steak
Throw me in the jungle, best believe, that I’ma find a way

Outro
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
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That Mexican OT – Hit List (feat. BigXthaPlug & Big Yavo) Lyrics

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intro: that mexican ot
Ayy, uh, okay, let’s get it, uh-huh, let’s go
Ayy, uh, okay, let’s get it, uh-huh, okay
Let’s get it, uh-huh, okay, let’s get it, uh-huh (ayo, is that that mexican ot?)

chorus: that mexican ot
I walk around with a big stick
It gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
Hundred round drum, i don’t miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
I’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist

verse 1: that mexican ot
I’m that mexican that they wanna be
Nah, fuck that, i’m the mexican that they wanna see
This that mexican o to the motherfucking t
Put your motherfucking face on a motherfucking tee
Bitch, i stay after f, i’m a motherfuckin’ g
I be plotting and scheming, creepin’ with demons one deep
I got a big ol’ choppa, knock his ass off his feet
Anybody say they got a problem i’ll knock out his teeth
Put a big x on his hеad if he a plug
I’ma call up bigx, that’s my motherfuckin’ thug
We gon’ push up with yoppas and choppas
And yеah, we gon’ pop ‘em, we gon’ let it rain, let it flood
Blow ‘em back with the big mac, fold ‘em like a pretzel
Big booty bitch bust it down like a bezel
I been running round through the streets
I been playing ‘round with the devil
Creepin’ and crawling, i walk with the metal (fah-fah)

chorus: that mexican ot
I walk around with a big stick
It gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
Hundred round drum, i don’t miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
I’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist

verse 2: bigxthaplug
These niggas be talking and acting like they really outside
You a pussy boy, stop lyin’
Me and my niggas, we strapped with that gunfire
Call that mexican ot, make you sweat like a drumline
Me and my niggas banging the same like one kind
And i never run ‘less it’s 12 on the frontline
Better keep they little pistols, you know that i got mine
Tell my son everyday ‘fore i leave that i’m not dyin’
In my hood i’m connected and good like a stop sign
You not having that shit like you say, boy, stop lyin’
Calling up plays in my circle like matt ryan
Threw a pack to my dawg, ran it up for a touchdown
Phone call with the socket, i love when they touchdown
You niggas ain’t gang or the same, don’t come ‘round
Kick in his door, all he hear is a gun sound (fah-fah)
Fuck around, get his ass gunned down, gang

chorus: that mexican ot
I walk around with a big stick
It gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
Hundred round drum, i don’t miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
I’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist

verse 3: big yavo
I’m having wock’ in my cup, i can’t get sick (i can’t get sick)
This blick will sit his ass down like a picnic (make him sit down)
My bitch having clips in her purse, not no lipstick (ain’t no lipstick)
Just picked up a stripper off perc’s, i want twin tips (i want—)
Psych, i really want thirty, need that cash in a hurry
These niggas just like a phone with no service (yeah)
She knows i ball, so it be hard to curve me (woah)
Where i’m from, niggas run in your home like a derby (run in your—)
Yeah, everyday i wake and get mula (monyun)
Reach for my neck, send ya ass to the gulag (haha)
Nigga can’t trap, need to go get a new job (go get a—, go get a—)
Young nigga fucked up, still get caught with a screwdriver (go)
Take his shit, ask you, “what you gon’ do ‘bout it?” (what you gon’—)
I put boobs on the stick, give the choppa a new body
‘cause we switchin’ lanes, like, keep up
Designer my frames, i’m spendin’ (frames)
I’m rinsing the pot in the kitchen
If she don’t give brain, i’m dippin’ (i’m gone)
Yeah, ain’t coming off top, then i’m outta there (ghost)
Ain’t gotta go shopping ‘cause i got a lot to wear (still dripped)
Only pack shoes, then shop when i land (shop when i—)
If shawty too stiff, then i’m popping her friend (popping her—)
You know yay having bars, still’ll serve you a xan’ (serve you a xan’)
Free the bro behind bars in the can (both of ‘em)
In cali’ rolling up ‘za with my feet in the sand (feet in the—)
With a clean ass glock incase it get dirty like dan (place it)

chorus: that mexican ot
I walk around with a big stick
It gon’ make lil’ buddy do a backflip (on crip)
Hundred round drum, i don’t miss shit
Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fit
Say he want smoke, push up, you can hit this
Boss-ass mexican, i got me a rich bitch
Slide down his block, i’ma knock off his top
I’ma reload the glock, scratch his name off the hitlist
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Lyrics That Mexican OT – East End

That Mexican OT – East End (Official Music Video) Lyrics
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