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that mexican ot - pretty rick lyrics

[intro]
yeah
real south side steppin’ sh+t, yeah, i will step on your ass
just like that, for real, what is your sayin’?
ayo, is that that mexican ot?

[chorus]
i be creepin’, i be crawlin’, i’ma slide on ’em, ride on ’em
like, f+ck ’em, put that .9 on ’em
f+ckin’ with my lil’ baby brother, b+tch, i’m gon’ die for him
pop out with these sticks like pretty rick, bullets gon’ grind on ’em
i’m really ’bout business, my ar got tig ol’ bitties (uh+huh)
big glizzy gon’ hit ’em, it’s spittin’, it leave ’em dizzy (uh+huh)
cl!ck+clack (fah+fah+fah), that big ol’ ar knock his noggin’ off
take his head back to the hood, we celebratin’ and pourin’ up like we got a cough
[verse 1]
like a cavity, i’m a sweet tooth, lil’ b+tch, i’ll gеt all inside your grill
i’ll beat a n+gga with my right hand and the lеft hand won’t let it spill (uh+huh)
i’m a lil’ south side talkin’ texas mexican like, nah, for real (for real)
f+ckin’ on his girl, now he threatenin’ to take my ass to dr. phil
i be south side steppin’ on ’em, play a beat, fall asleep behind the wheel
lil’ buddy, i be wreckin’ on ’em, he a lil’ n+gga, i be pickin’ on him
i’ma hit his ass with a choppa like i’m terminator
put a christmas tree in a raw paper
riding ’round in the rolls royce, leaning back now i’m stargazin’
texas made, riding ’round, beatin’ down the block, b+tch, i’m gettin’ texas paid
prayin’ to the lord, thankin’ him that i can see another day
while i’m smokin’ on some dank
got a double cup, it’s filled up with some dirty drank, ride on

[chorus]
i be creepin’, i be crawlin’, i’ma slide on ’em, ride on ’em (ride on ’em)
like, f+ck ’em, put that .9 on ’em
f+ckin’ with my lil’ baby brother, b+tch, i’m gon’ die for him
pop out with these sticks like pretty rick, bullets gon’ grind on ’em
i’m really ’bout business, my ar got tig ol’ bitties (uh+huh)
big glizzy gon’ hit ’em, it’s spittin’, it leave ’em dizzy (uh+huh)
cl!ck+clack (fah+fah+fah), that big ol’ ar knock his noggin’ off
take his head back to the hood, we celebratin’ and pourin’ up like we got a cough

[verse 2]
my heart’s colder than a cup of ice with some activis
push up to his baby mama house and start clappin’ sh+t
nut on her face and then i slap the b+tch
playa+ass mexican, i got more hoes than bissonnet
they gon’ suck and f+ck and eat your ass out like some chicken necks
i got a shot, i’ma slide on your block, i’ma hit me a three and i’m leavin’ it wet
i get it crackin’ like a chiropractor, fightin’ like a power ranger, breakin’ necks
i be all ’bout my fitness, runnin’ for a check
i’m a wild+ass animal, b+tch, you a pet
i’m too legit to call it quits
get his ass dropkicked with a chopstick
[chorus]
i be creepin’, i be crawlin’, i’ma slide on ’em, ride on ’em (ride on ’em)
like, f+ck ’em, put that .9 on ’em
f+ckin’ with my lil’ baby brother, b+tch, i’m gon’ die for him
pop out with these sticks like pretty rick, bullets gon’ grind on ’em
i’m really ’bout business, my ar got tig ol’ bitties (uh+huh)
big glizzy gon’ hit ’em, it’s spittin’, it leave ’em dizzy (uh+huh)
cl!ck+clack (fah+fah+fah), that big ol’ ar knock his noggin’ off
take his head back to the hood, we celebratin’ and pourin’ up like we got a cough

- that mexican ot lyrics

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