That Mexican OT and Sploosh God - 15 Missed Calls

Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
(Stop playin')

I got the weed nobody can touch, I be smoking that virgin Mary Jane
That Mexican what? That Mexican OT, don't act like you 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)
Got 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
Messing with this girl and her family the Ku Klux Klan
She likes 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 a 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

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 I stay Glocked with no safety
Rounds and rounds of ammunition
Step to this, lil' bitch, you crazy

Told that lil' ho I'm crazy like CeeLo (like who?)
I was 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 your padre (hell, nah)
Understand that I'm freaky as fuck
And I don't give a fuck to drop dick in your 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

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 I 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 I stay Glocked with no safety
Rounds and rounds of ammunition
Step to this, lil' bitch, you crazy

Written by:
Debron Allen, Jonah Abrams, Virgil Gazca

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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