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That Mexican OT - Kick Doe Freestyle Lyrics



That Mexican OT - Kick Doe Freestyle Lyrics
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[ Featuring Homer, Mone ]

(Cory Mo)

It's been a long time, but Homer Pimpson back again
And ain't shit changed, bitch, it's still kick door 'til the end
I got the juice, I got the flavor, yes, I'm takin' your bitch
I watch my bitches 69, then I tell 'em to switch
Off the cranium, I'm bangin' shit, I'm on my Dirty Bay baby shit
I'm comin' down, I'm swingin' it, kick door music, they playin' it
Oh, yes, they know what it is, but had to show 'em what it was
We got it out the mud and now the world knows us
I put the Bay up on my back, then run a hundred laps
Swingin' through Be Careful Texas in a blue and yellow 'Lac
I put the Bay up on my back, then run a hundred laps
Swingin' through Be Careful Texas in a blue and yellow 'Lac

Friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homies tryna hate me on the down low?
Is it my friends, friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?

I get more green than Promethazine
More pussy than you ever seen
The .45 in my triple beam
I bag the work, then I serve them fiends
A livin' legend just like the Bing
You got a problem, step in the ring
I'm runnin' the game like Don King
Bow down and kiss the ring
You talkin' shit, need Listerine
My backup four magazines
White paint, inside cream
Representing that big spring
So hot, my body steam
Swingin' slow in my machine
My game superb, my gas supreme
Double cup full of that lean
I could see through you just like a screen
Can't nobody f*ck with my team
Creased up in blue jeans
You look nice, my mug mean
My hands dirty, my car clean
Pressure point, infrared beam
I cock it back and shoot, I'm all about my loot
We ballin', baby, not shootin' hoops

Friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homies tryna hate me on the down low?
Is it my friends, friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?

I got a partner named Scales, but we call him Skeleton
Inside my body, it's Versace, but I got some Gucci skin
I'm from Texas where we put some elbows on electric Benz
F*ck your love and f*ck your friends, I'm strictly 'bout my dividends
My Texas tea is very bubbly, attitude ugly
Miss me with that friendly shit, lil' boy, I ain't your buddy
Grape jelly on the outside and it's peanut butter cutty
Take a stroll through the hood, pop trunk, got me lookin' lovely
Big Pineapple with some Wockhardt
I'm from Be Careful bay house, Bay City all-star, uh
Matte black on my ARP, it look like it was Haitian
Got killers in the system and they think they on vacation
Push up to my crib, my bitch think I'm inside a spaceship
Throw my Cadillac Escalade keys on my PlayStation
Beat lil' buddy up, Def Jam, I upgraded to a TEC now
Rock out at the show, then blow it up like it's a meth lab, uh
Know what I'm sayin'?
Chopper sprayin'
Bodies layin'
Mamas cryin'
Can't walk outside without somebody ass dyin'

Friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homies tryna hate me on the down low?
Is it my friends, friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?
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(Cory Mo)

It's been a long time, but Homer Pimpson back again
And ain't shit changed, bitch, it's still kick door 'til the end
I got the juice, I got the flavor, yes, I'm takin' your bitch
I watch my bitches 69, then I tell 'em to switch
Off the cranium, I'm bangin' shit, I'm on my Dirty Bay baby shit
I'm comin' down, I'm swingin' it, kick door music, they playin' it
Oh, yes, they know what it is, but had to show 'em what it was
We got it out the mud and now the world knows us
I put the Bay up on my back, then run a hundred laps
Swingin' through Be Careful Texas in a blue and yellow 'Lac
I put the Bay up on my back, then run a hundred laps
Swingin' through Be Careful Texas in a blue and yellow 'Lac

Friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homies tryna hate me on the down low?
Is it my friends, friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?

I get more green than Promethazine
More pussy than you ever seen
The .45 in my triple beam
I bag the work, then I serve them fiends
A livin' legend just like the Bing
You got a problem, step in the ring
I'm runnin' the game like Don King
Bow down and kiss the ring
You talkin' shit, need Listerine
My backup four magazines
White paint, inside cream
Representing that big spring
So hot, my body steam
Swingin' slow in my machine
My game superb, my gas supreme
Double cup full of that lean
I could see through you just like a screen
Can't nobody f*ck with my team
Creased up in blue jeans
You look nice, my mug mean
My hands dirty, my car clean
Pressure point, infrared beam
I cock it back and shoot, I'm all about my loot
We ballin', baby, not shootin' hoops

Friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homies tryna hate me on the down low?
Is it my friends, friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?

I got a partner named Scales, but we call him Skeleton
Inside my body, it's Versace, but I got some Gucci skin
I'm from Texas where we put some elbows on electric Benz
F*ck your love and f*ck your friends, I'm strictly 'bout my dividends
My Texas tea is very bubbly, attitude ugly
Miss me with that friendly shit, lil' boy, I ain't your buddy
Grape jelly on the outside and it's peanut butter cutty
Take a stroll through the hood, pop trunk, got me lookin' lovely
Big Pineapple with some Wockhardt
I'm from Be Careful bay house, Bay City all-star, uh
Matte black on my ARP, it look like it was Haitian
Got killers in the system and they think they on vacation
Push up to my crib, my bitch think I'm inside a spaceship
Throw my Cadillac Escalade keys on my PlayStation
Beat lil' buddy up, Def Jam, I upgraded to a TEC now
Rock out at the show, then blow it up like it's a meth lab, uh
Know what I'm sayin'?
Chopper sprayin'
Bodies layin'
Mamas cryin'
Can't walk outside without somebody ass dyin'

Friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homies tryna hate me on the down low?
Is it my friends, friends, friends, friends or these scandalous hoes?
Or is it my homie tryna hate me on the down low?
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Writer: C. Moore, Homer Ortiz III, Ramon Albarado Jr., Virgil Gazca
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.





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