That Mexican OT - War Wounds (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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That Mexican OT - War Wounds (en) Lyrics
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Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
B-B-Bankroll Got It
I'm so cold I can shoot a mosquitos
Wings through a lil' peep hole,
I'm feelin' like a thug hero
So many war wounds from these wars,
they probably think that I'm emo
I stay one deep like I'm Z-Ro, my
boots came straight from Nat Geo
I climbed off a horse and
I jumped in the Porsche
OT, you from Texas? I
tell 'em of course
I be deep in the country
sippin' on the porch
Four pints of wockhardt
I'ma pour up a quart
Yeah, I flow like butterfly,
sting like a bumblebee
Beat his bitch ass up got
him seein' double me
Bitch, I'ma hybrid there
ain't no other me
Smellin' like weed but I'm
lookin' like a money tree
Got ten bathrooms I can shit all day
Crib so big playin' ball
in the hallway
Thеy be tellin' me, "Rain,
rain, bеtter go away"
'Cause they know that these diamonds
ain't no play-play (Bling)
Diamonds be lookin' like a raindrop
(Drip, drip, drip) I'ma knock
off his tank top (Fa-fa)
Give his ass a red paint job
I know the guns from China
it's singin' K-Pop (Grrr)
Texas is in good hands, I'm Lonestar
made pimpin' (Uh-ha, uh-ha)
If you feelin' froggy you
can go ahead and leap
'Cause I pull this bitch
out and then ribbit
And for all of the dudes save
the dickridin' for bitches
My choppa's a no good
thot with extensions
Runnin' from the money got
me feelin' like Emmitt
OT, boy, I love you
I say, "I can dig it"
This H-Town, I'm straight now
'Cause I stay down no games (No games)
Ain't no cartoons, these war
wounds, it ain't never trustin'
no lame (Never)
My check throwed, my neck cold 'cause
I stay inside my bag (Bag)
And my license plate say Texas
So I'm slidin' by in
my slab (Let's go)
Might be one deep like I'm Ro (Ro)
Yes, it's screwed up,
so it's slow (Slow)
Only two cups in that four (Four)
And that old school sit low (I swear)
Yes, I'm outta town with OT (OT)
Bad bitches, we low-key
I've been here, so they know me
And I'm everywhere your ho be (Ho)
Tell 'em haters, "I'm back" (Back)
And them war wounds they fat (Fat)
I got thick paint on that 'Lac ('Lac)
And it's big buds in
my sack (Let's go)
Don Ke I'm on track (Track)
When I'm turnin' corners
I'm cold (Cold)
With that bankroll on swole
'Cause us real G's don't fold (What?)
Persona Money Gang till they
put me in the dirt
Know a white boy shooter
put a nigga in a hearse
Led Zeppelin, Limp Bizkit, Fred Durst
Tote a M16 like a Shady verse
12 gauge buck shots like an African
Stomach gotta shit bad like a laxative
Sell crack to a cheese head
Green Ray to a weed head
Trap house like a Packers fan
Gun for my racks sellin' k-pack xans
Shoot a Glock at the opps
and the cops I ran
Smokin' Afghan kush out the Pakistan
I'ma break the bomb down like Baghdad
Dog food same color as a Arab
Got skunk in the bag like a trash man
Switch on a heater
I put a dick on my blick,
my nina a trans man
This not a 'Cat or a SCAT
Got a Demon Hawktrack, I
don't do no Trans Am
I'ma do the whole dash with
the pedal to the metal
Young Max got crip, keep the
flame like the devil
AR-15 like four fifteens
Make it bang on the scene like
the bass and the treble
Like wham-wham choppa go bam-bam
Flintstone servin' them pebbles
come chupo mis huevos
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