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freddie gibbs – mexico lyrics

[produced by murda beatz]

[intro: tory lanez]
yeah, nigga
you know i pull up in a “what-the-fuck-is-that?”
you know when the doors don’t go up
they just swing to the side a little bit
j hop up on top, fuck these b-tches man, shit’s crazy
fargo…

[hook: tory lanez]
new givenchy coat it’s like we’re selling dope
since i started pimping i don’t sell no more
i got b-tches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
so i ain’t got no time to sit and talk ’bout so and so
my whip color look like rihanna
and all my b-tches love designer
we flip diego like quintana
that’s why this new givenchy coat look like i’m sellin’ dope

[verse 1: freddie gibbs]
i wake up to twist up that kush in the morning, throw on my rollie
check my phone, i got a call from my homie, he need that og
gangsta g, i run a mob like i’m tony, i sell that tony
just gave all my youngsters glock-9s and 40s, them my lil whoadies
trap my dope spot, my og used to call me, bag up that doggie
she can’t fuck i drop that b-tch on the corner, yeah b-tch i’m balling
police hit your shit then b-tch you don’t know me, no we ain’t homies
just got all my youngsters glock-9s and 40s, them my lil whoadies yeah

[bridge: freddie gibbs]
riding in my rental, got a rover in my pocket though
hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to mexico
chopper on my lap i’m blowing gas, hit a texaco
hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to mexico

[verse 2: freddie gibbs]
just put all my b-tches off in a foreign, them my lil whoadies
i just whipped that brick that b-tch driving for me, that b-tch my roadie
police hit my shit the charge was baloney, bailed out that morning
gangsta g, i run the mob like i’m tony, now sell that tony
slap them -ss on, got my hands on the kilo, i sell the nino
straight casino, b-tch i’m the tarantino, chop up an eagle
i wake up and whip that dope in the morning, threw on my rollie
just get all my youngsters glock-9s and 40s, them my lil whoadies

[hook: tory lanez]
givenchy coat it’s like we’re selling dope
sister pimping i don’t sell them hoes
i got b-tches down to 4-0-1 and 4-1-0
so i ain’t got no time to sit and talk about so and so
my whip color looks like rihanna
and all my b-tches love designer
we flip diego like quintana
that’s why this new givenchy coat look like i’m sellin’ dope

[bridge: freddie gibbs]
riding in my rental got a rover in my pocket though
hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to mexico
chopper on my lap i’m blowing gas, hit a texaco
hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to mexico
’bout to take a trip to mexico
to mexico

[outro: sample]
think they give a fuck what you’re thinking
fuck themselves
i’m god and b-tch you’re not

- freddie gibbs lyrics

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