- That Mexican OT
- >
- Other
- >
- Gallons
Testo Gallons
Testo Gallons
Damn, Duke, this shit wavy
Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
Pounds, pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons, gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
We′re third coast holdin', pop trunk I′m controlin'
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen We're third coast holdin′, pop trunk I′m controlin'
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen
I got Bobby by the pine, I got Whitney by the key
I get pussy for the free, I′m having bowls by the pea, yeah
Smokin' on this lot, I′ve done to shake the equator
Hit the condo with my load, and broke the whole elevator
N.R.G. tell Gators 223's for these haters
Long Starbucks, we get paper, we don′t fuck with no traders
They thought lil' German fell off, nah I just took a hiatus
FBI all on my dick, they know I'm a big heavy waiter
I′m still dripping, still sipping, I got shipments still waiting
Nigga, I come straight up out the East, went bought a mansion in Cayden
When I smile, you′ve seen glass, when I talk, you hear cash
I got a slab up in the shop, I'm going digital on the dash, nigga
Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
Pounds, pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons, gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
We′re third coast holdin', pop trunk I′m controlin'
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen
We′re third coast holdin', pop trunk I'm controlin′
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen
It′s the foreign wheel operator
Crowd to see wild, single line neat table
Spillin' flavor, down in Texas holdin′ lots of paper
Holdin' salt and pepper, stand, we about to shake ′em
Black and white seats inside tuxedo
I'm done parked a turkey leg as I crawled Almeida
Quaking paint seal in the front by the heater
Women loving the expense anytime the sauce meet ′em
Swing down streets, polter walk when we ride
From 288, I-10 to 45
She asked to see that, and she couldn't believe her eyes
She's sucking while I drive with my syrup on her thighs
Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
We′re third coast holdin′, pop trunk I'm controlin′
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen
We're third coast holdin′, pop trunk I'm controlin′
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen
Swing down sweet cherry top, let me ride
Winning championships in Houston, feeling just like I'm Clyde or Hakeem
I'm a money fiend, count it up and stack it real
Tall as Yao Ming or stack it tall as Wimby, ain′t on me ′cause it's in me
Can′t catch me drippin' sauce ′til the whole bottle empty
Might hit the dirty bay with O.T. to count some chicken
Then it's back to the dub with them young niggas winnin′ and grinnin'
Since we talk about grinnin', check my smile
These marquises on my T-shirt cost more than sixty thous′
Slab movin′ like a cow, begeteen, bling, blout
Never goin' out of style, still got pounds of that loud
Wow, damn, uh-uh, know what I′m sayin'? On sauce, Jairmy man
Butter seats, chrome feet, 415′s to make it beat
I'm from Texas, so a clean Cadillac I gotta keep
I might nut up in your freak, she swapped your car for plan B, plan C
She gon′ leave your ass and try to run off with me
288 to the South, I'm sliding through the FPT
From the North, to the East, I'm serving pegs, to your peeps
Expensive taste, a hundred dollar plates, every time I eat
I caught the case, gave my lawyer 50k and it got beat
Still got pounds of exotic
Fuck yo, plug, come shop with me
Newest drop straight from Cali
Come correct, this shit not cheap, man
Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
We′re third coast holdin′, pop trunk I'm controlin′
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen
We're third coast holdin′, pop trunk I'm controlin′
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen (down)
Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
Pounds, pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons, gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
We′re third coast holdin', pop trunk I′m controlin'
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen We're third coast holdin′, pop trunk I′m controlin'
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen
I got Bobby by the pine, I got Whitney by the key
I get pussy for the free, I′m having bowls by the pea, yeah
Smokin' on this lot, I′ve done to shake the equator
Hit the condo with my load, and broke the whole elevator
N.R.G. tell Gators 223's for these haters
Long Starbucks, we get paper, we don′t fuck with no traders
They thought lil' German fell off, nah I just took a hiatus
FBI all on my dick, they know I'm a big heavy waiter
I′m still dripping, still sipping, I got shipments still waiting
Nigga, I come straight up out the East, went bought a mansion in Cayden
When I smile, you′ve seen glass, when I talk, you hear cash
I got a slab up in the shop, I'm going digital on the dash, nigga
Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
Pounds, pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons, gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
We′re third coast holdin', pop trunk I′m controlin'
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen
We′re third coast holdin', pop trunk I'm controlin′
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen
It′s the foreign wheel operator
Crowd to see wild, single line neat table
Spillin' flavor, down in Texas holdin′ lots of paper
Holdin' salt and pepper, stand, we about to shake ′em
Black and white seats inside tuxedo
I'm done parked a turkey leg as I crawled Almeida
Quaking paint seal in the front by the heater
Women loving the expense anytime the sauce meet ′em
Swing down streets, polter walk when we ride
From 288, I-10 to 45
She asked to see that, and she couldn't believe her eyes
She's sucking while I drive with my syrup on her thighs
Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
We′re third coast holdin′, pop trunk I'm controlin′
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen
We're third coast holdin′, pop trunk I'm controlin′
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen
Swing down sweet cherry top, let me ride
Winning championships in Houston, feeling just like I'm Clyde or Hakeem
I'm a money fiend, count it up and stack it real
Tall as Yao Ming or stack it tall as Wimby, ain′t on me ′cause it's in me
Can′t catch me drippin' sauce ′til the whole bottle empty
Might hit the dirty bay with O.T. to count some chicken
Then it's back to the dub with them young niggas winnin′ and grinnin'
Since we talk about grinnin', check my smile
These marquises on my T-shirt cost more than sixty thous′
Slab movin′ like a cow, begeteen, bling, blout
Never goin' out of style, still got pounds of that loud
Wow, damn, uh-uh, know what I′m sayin'? On sauce, Jairmy man
Butter seats, chrome feet, 415′s to make it beat
I'm from Texas, so a clean Cadillac I gotta keep
I might nut up in your freak, she swapped your car for plan B, plan C
She gon′ leave your ass and try to run off with me
288 to the South, I'm sliding through the FPT
From the North, to the East, I'm serving pegs, to your peeps
Expensive taste, a hundred dollar plates, every time I eat
I caught the case, gave my lawyer 50k and it got beat
Still got pounds of exotic
Fuck yo, plug, come shop with me
Newest drop straight from Cali
Come correct, this shit not cheap, man
Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney
Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me
We′re third coast holdin′, pop trunk I'm controlin′
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen
We're third coast holdin′, pop trunk I'm controlin′
Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen (down)
- Omg
- Comin Down
- Wockhardt
- 1982
- Twisting Fingers
- 15 Missed Calls
- Bull Riding
- Hola
- Mucho Gracias
- Skelz
Altri testi di That Mexican OT
- Testi Lucio Battisti
- Testi Negramaro
- Testi Renato Zero
- Testi Gigi D'Alessio
- Testi Alessandra Amoroso
- Testi Canzoni Napoletane
- Testi Eros Ramazzotti
- Testi Elisa
- Testi Biagio Antonacci
- Testi Cesare Cremonini