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lirik lagu that mexican ot - ghetto boys

[intro]
i remember in the ’80s, me and pops would rock
in that 7~0 chevy with the drops in slot
use to pass me pepsi~cola while he drunk him a pint
tippin’ to the southside, runnin’ a light

[verse 1]
i be deep in her bootyhole just like a wedgie
murder on my mind, i be feelin’ like melly
i need me a belt ’cause my gun too heavy
dr. miami, i knock the fat right off his belly
shoot him in his face, he lookin’ like fetty
f~ck chuck e. cheese, i can’t f~ck with rats, i’m at mr. gatti’s
the yopper cuttin’, look like a machete, they know that i’m deadly
i’m a ghetto boy who rap a lot, i’ll slap a n~gga over a parking spot
like a caveman with some rocks, bang ’em together, i’m gon’ spark it out
peroxide, you can catch me in the cut
i been makin’ these plays, down, set, hut
f~ckin’ on a white b~tch, i’ma make me some mutts
she be jackin’ me off while she suckin’ my nuts
i’ll make that b~tch put her face in the corner if she don’t wanna change her mood
f~ck a double cup, i sip lean out the bottle, got me feelin’ like screw
my b~lls so big, they get baptized every time i sit to go p~~p
b~tch, i got a whole lot of guala inside of these pockets, why you think my jeans is blue?

[chorus]
ghetto boys is the motherf~ckin’ sh~t
never forget the dirty bay baby made your mind play tricks
they love that mexican ot, when they play it, they rewind that sh~t
i shot his b~tch ass in his truck, got it lookin’ like he reclinin’ and sh~t (right on)
[interlude]
ayo, is that that mexican ot?

[verse 2]
are you a ghetto boy? are you a girl?
i got a gun that’ll shoot down the sun
and i got a bomb that’ll blow up the world
.300 blackouts make ’em twirl
i push up with a stick, unload the clip, then dip
hollow tips rip off his lip
i’m a dirty bay baby, they know what it is
and the p~ssy, i’ma beat up the cl~t
i got drums like it’s kfc, ghetto b~tch, got extensions
i be booger fl!ckin’, door kickin’, ’bout money missions
i be posted with that tooly, actin’ a fooly, countin’ up digits
talkin’ to me crazy, it’s gon’ faze me, throw you with the fishes
i’ma get the glock hot, gon’ blow like a blister
mister, your b~tch sayin’ that she want me to fist her
d~ck in her mouth, i’m sorry that you kissed her
p~ssy~whipped, when she talk, you listen
bum ass, okay, let’s go
if you f~ckin’ with texas, then throw up a four
bodybuildin’ and i do it for lo
catchin’ bullets from your head to your toes
i’m a dirty bay baby, i ain’t f~ckin’ with milk, i’ma throw me a four in this baby bottle
from the southside of texas, ain’t punchin’ no mexican, b~tch, i be smokin’ the randy rogers
never been to florida, but i spot ’em and got ’em
yoppers and choppers, i got a whole lotta
i ain’t with the woo~woo, i ain’t with the rah~rah
i opened his head like a motherf~ckin’ doctor
[outro]
they gon’ see you from across the street and they gon’ be like, “man, that boy’s a g~nius”
you gotta believe in yourself so f~ckin’ much, son, that the world has no other choice but to believe in you
but then you gotta do the same sh~t to believe in yourself every single day by
by puttin’ in the work to be that man
you gonna be the motherf~cker that gots the answer in every room and the motherf~cker that everybody’s gon’ run to to keep ’em alive
you dig? mediocracy is not an option
there’s winners and losers
there’s levels to this sh~t
and now all you gotta do is, is build everybody up around you just to be just as bright
so when y’all walk in toward you both, y’all blind the world

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