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That Mexican OT - Function Lyrics



That Mexican OT - Function Lyrics
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[ Featuring Propain ]

Where you goin' at?

The f*ck you mean, your mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Your mama didn't teach you how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off on a bitch like truck fit, stupid-ass bitch but her butt thick
I be with the f*ck shit, f*ckin' up functions
Put a sheet of acid on my belly, I can barely even function (function, function)
What up, bitch? What up, bitch?

Two lesbos in the crib, I'm goin' dumb with it
Young boy soakin' up the game, I had a run with it
Billy with me and the semi with me, we gon' gun shit
Have him dodgin' bullets, got him lookin' like he krumpin'
Bay City, Freeport, all the way to West Columbia
I got money that's dippin', tippin' and flippin' like a tumbler
Southside still holdin' a whole lot of money that's bundled up
They put me in the ring because I knew that I could rumble you
I never lose, I always chose, I leave a sucker with a bruise
I beat your head just like some drums, and now they complain blue
Hot like the summer, but I still keep it cool
Shout out my vatos from the West, they some down ass fools
I'm in the 956 with a top notch bitch
They tryna jock my shit but they can't rock like this
This is Air Force Ones, this is not K-Swiss
Lil' buddy on the floor, head lookin' like grits

The f*ck you mean, your mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Your mama didn't teach you how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off on a bitch like truck fit, stupid-ass bitch but her butt thick
I be with the f*ck shit, f*ckin' up functions
Put a sheet of acid on my belly, I can barely even function (function, function)
What up, bitch? (Yeah), yhat up, bitch?

Ayy, what up, bitch? (What up, bitch?)
Yeah, I'm still the one they can't f*ck with (f*ck with)
Thirty-pointer diamonds and above shit
Got your ho chasin', tryna fight the temptation
I be on some David Ruffin shit (yeah)
Real player, I love a shorty that's dumb thick (ayy)
Chasin' paper, I'm countin' it 'til my thumb itch (thumb itch)
Nigga try and take it, I'm poppin' it 'til the gun click
F*ck a top five, them niggas know I'm the one, bitch (mane)
Ha, god damn, okay, I'm actin' golden (actin' golden)
I'm Sammy Sosa, I take a strike and get back motion (facts)
I'm passin' doja, I'm rockin' Rollies, the bag is frozen
The niggas cappin' bogus, the reason why I be lappin' over (yeah)
My bitch is golden and pretty, look like ass is swollen (yeah)
Your bitch is hopeless and looks like somethin' we passin' over (yeah)
The way I'm dressin', these niggas thinkin' the trap is open
Bitch, I'm in the function on all the hoes like I'm Fashion Nova

The f*ck you mean, your mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Your mama didn't teach you how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off on a bitch like truck fit, stupid-ass bitch but her butt thick
I be with the f*ck shit, f*ckin' up functions
Put a sheet of acid on my belly, I can barely even function (function, function)
What up, bitch? What up, bitch?
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Where you goin' at?

The f*ck you mean, your mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Your mama didn't teach you how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off on a bitch like truck fit, stupid-ass bitch but her butt thick
I be with the f*ck shit, f*ckin' up functions
Put a sheet of acid on my belly, I can barely even function (function, function)
What up, bitch? What up, bitch?

Two lesbos in the crib, I'm goin' dumb with it
Young boy soakin' up the game, I had a run with it
Billy with me and the semi with me, we gon' gun shit
Have him dodgin' bullets, got him lookin' like he krumpin'
Bay City, Freeport, all the way to West Columbia
I got money that's dippin', tippin' and flippin' like a tumbler
Southside still holdin' a whole lot of money that's bundled up
They put me in the ring because I knew that I could rumble you
I never lose, I always chose, I leave a sucker with a bruise
I beat your head just like some drums, and now they complain blue
Hot like the summer, but I still keep it cool
Shout out my vatos from the West, they some down ass fools
I'm in the 956 with a top notch bitch
They tryna jock my shit but they can't rock like this
This is Air Force Ones, this is not K-Swiss
Lil' buddy on the floor, head lookin' like grits

The f*ck you mean, your mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Your mama didn't teach you how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off on a bitch like truck fit, stupid-ass bitch but her butt thick
I be with the f*ck shit, f*ckin' up functions
Put a sheet of acid on my belly, I can barely even function (function, function)
What up, bitch? (Yeah), yhat up, bitch?

Ayy, what up, bitch? (What up, bitch?)
Yeah, I'm still the one they can't f*ck with (f*ck with)
Thirty-pointer diamonds and above shit
Got your ho chasin', tryna fight the temptation
I be on some David Ruffin shit (yeah)
Real player, I love a shorty that's dumb thick (ayy)
Chasin' paper, I'm countin' it 'til my thumb itch (thumb itch)
Nigga try and take it, I'm poppin' it 'til the gun click
F*ck a top five, them niggas know I'm the one, bitch (mane)
Ha, god damn, okay, I'm actin' golden (actin' golden)
I'm Sammy Sosa, I take a strike and get back motion (facts)
I'm passin' doja, I'm rockin' Rollies, the bag is frozen
The niggas cappin' bogus, the reason why I be lappin' over (yeah)
My bitch is golden and pretty, look like ass is swollen (yeah)
Your bitch is hopeless and looks like somethin' we passin' over (yeah)
The way I'm dressin', these niggas thinkin' the trap is open
Bitch, I'm in the function on all the hoes like I'm Fashion Nova

The f*ck you mean, your mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Your mama didn't teach you how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off on a bitch like truck fit, stupid-ass bitch but her butt thick
I be with the f*ck shit, f*ckin' up functions
Put a sheet of acid on my belly, I can barely even function (function, function)
What up, bitch? What up, bitch?
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Writer: Christopher Dudley, Juan Robert Anthony Rodriguez, Michael Cerda, Virgil Gazca
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.





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