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That Mexican OT - La Cobra Lyrics



That Mexican OT - La Cobra Lyrics
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(I'm goin' to Rob's house!)
Y no quiero aser le enojar
Le voy a tocar una cumbia y se que le voy a encantar

I might f*ck around and pop a jigga
This hoe make me bop a little
F*ckin' on yo' bitch I'll make that lil' hoe tell you, "Bye lil' nigga"
I push up lookin' sporty with this .40 and make his face blow
But I'm beatin' up these niggas got me screamin' f*ck a Draco

I'm southside steppin' checkin if they got a problem with me
Bitch I'm ready for beef
I f*ck on a 'nother bitch, I'm ready to eat
I got hustle in me
I don't want it for free
Bitch, I got thangs that I gotta get off my chest
I got people that's wantin' me dead
But they know I'm exchangin' a leg (right on)
I'm J.F.K get 'em hit broad day leave him dead
Boy like a double cup full of purple rain
Bullets run through his vertebrae
Gun him down with a dirty K
I'm from Dirty Bay, but we do it the murder way
No I ain't here to play
I'm here to catch a play I might just hit a stain and knock out his f*ckin' brains
I'ma count up on a mil' then I count another mil' again
Spin around your block then I spin around around your block again
I'ma knock that lil' hoe down and then I knock that lil' hoe down again
Take her back right to the trap and guess what cuz?
I knocked her down again

Y no quiero aser le nojar
Le voy entocar una cumbia y se que lo va encantar

I'll knock your brains out hoe I'm packin' pistols smokin' dro
I'm on my Mexican ass shit I'll plug you in for the low
So if you need it I got it and if it's clean I'ma cop it
And when I need my dick sucked I call yo' bitch 'cause she rockin'
Ca-ca-catch a play or a body
Either way I'm about it
I ain't trippin' what you sayin', just don't come out of pocket
Find my case for complaints
Smokin' twenty for a G
I only like expensive weed, man, I don't smoke cheap (for real)
Yeah, 'cause bitch I ain't cheap
I'm eatin' steaks all week
You think that she wanna marry me, keep your bitch on her knees
Make a hoe say please even a bitch with degrees
I done sold so much weed I could've filled up the seats
It's that big DRODi the whole city know me
No, I don't smoke Swishers only paper and leaves
I keep some Cadillac keys, I only ride Forgi's
And if you wanna whole piece, shit, they start at 4 G's, huh
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(I'm goin' to Rob's house!)
Y no quiero aser le enojar
Le voy a tocar una cumbia y se que le voy a encantar

I might f*ck around and pop a jigga
This hoe make me bop a little
F*ckin' on yo' bitch I'll make that lil' hoe tell you, "Bye lil' nigga"
I push up lookin' sporty with this .40 and make his face blow
But I'm beatin' up these niggas got me screamin' f*ck a Draco

I'm southside steppin' checkin if they got a problem with me
Bitch I'm ready for beef
I f*ck on a 'nother bitch, I'm ready to eat
I got hustle in me
I don't want it for free
Bitch, I got thangs that I gotta get off my chest
I got people that's wantin' me dead
But they know I'm exchangin' a leg (right on)
I'm J.F.K get 'em hit broad day leave him dead
Boy like a double cup full of purple rain
Bullets run through his vertebrae
Gun him down with a dirty K
I'm from Dirty Bay, but we do it the murder way
No I ain't here to play
I'm here to catch a play I might just hit a stain and knock out his f*ckin' brains
I'ma count up on a mil' then I count another mil' again
Spin around your block then I spin around around your block again
I'ma knock that lil' hoe down and then I knock that lil' hoe down again
Take her back right to the trap and guess what cuz?
I knocked her down again

Y no quiero aser le nojar
Le voy entocar una cumbia y se que lo va encantar

I'll knock your brains out hoe I'm packin' pistols smokin' dro
I'm on my Mexican ass shit I'll plug you in for the low
So if you need it I got it and if it's clean I'ma cop it
And when I need my dick sucked I call yo' bitch 'cause she rockin'
Ca-ca-catch a play or a body
Either way I'm about it
I ain't trippin' what you sayin', just don't come out of pocket
Find my case for complaints
Smokin' twenty for a G
I only like expensive weed, man, I don't smoke cheap (for real)
Yeah, 'cause bitch I ain't cheap
I'm eatin' steaks all week
You think that she wanna marry me, keep your bitch on her knees
Make a hoe say please even a bitch with degrees
I done sold so much weed I could've filled up the seats
It's that big DRODi the whole city know me
No, I don't smoke Swishers only paper and leaves
I keep some Cadillac keys, I only ride Forgi's
And if you wanna whole piece, shit, they start at 4 G's, huh
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Writer: Virgil Gazca
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




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Performed By: That Mexican OT
Language: English
Length: 2:16
Written by: Virgil Gazca

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