"Chronic" lyrics
That Mexican OT & Bravo The Bagchaser Lyrics
Hey, yo, is That Mexican OT?
Keep a bottle of Listerine on me, you talk crazy, I'm at your tooth
I don't play no video games, you ain't 50 Cent, you ain't bulletproof
Do his ass like Tupac when we shoot his ass, pussy, I got the juice
See, I got Versaces on my frame and I got cow ass on my boots
Woke up in the morning, smell a lil' cow shit and some fresh cut grass
Threw me in the water, bitch, I went fishing and caught a bass
I'm a country boy, went straight to the city and came out with some cash
In the sto-lo racing with the laws, if you ain't first, well then, you last
I got Ricky Bobby money, I'll be shaking and be baking
I'm a ho ass motherfucker, I'll rob lil' buddy naked
My bitch be thinking these hoes be on my mind, but money what I'm thinking
Lil' bitch I'm banking, I stay on my grind, I ain't got no time for caking
Bad bitches like this music and it make they booty bounce
Fuck that bottle, ho, I'm in the club smoking an ounce
She stuck out her tongue and I seen two pills in her mouth
You don't take her back to mama, you take this bitch to the South
Bad bitches like this music and it make they booty bounce
Fuck that bottle, ho, I'm in the club smoking an ounce
She stuck out her tongue and I seen two pills in her mouth
You don't take her back to mama, you take this bitch to the South
Can't take this bitch to mama, can't show a bitch where I live
Keep it on me, don't want karma for all the shit that I did
Fuck Benihanas, call up mama, I'm pulling up to the crib
'Fore I sleep, I bow my head 'cause I should be doing a bid
I be nuttin' in my bitch like I want another kid, huh
I can't get your wig done, split a nigga wig, uh, uh
I'm with OT, we got chop, sitting in traffic
I never had shit, now I live a life I couldn't imagine
I got ratchet bitches and got bitches into fashion
Got a four door for the gang and bought a coupe just to go faster
Damn
Beat that pussy down all night, bitch, I don't need enhancements
Bad bitches like this music and it make they booty bounce
Fuck that bottle, ho, I'm in the club smoking an ounce
She stuck out her tongue and I seen two pills in her mouth
You don't take her back to mama, you take this bitch to the South
Bad bitches like this music and it make they booty bounce
Fuck that bottle, ho, I'm in the club smoking an ounce
She stuck out her tongue and I seen two pills in her mouth
You don't take her back to mama, you take this bitch to the South
You don't take her back to mama, you take this bitch to the South
You don't take her back to mama, you take this bitch to the South
Keep a bottle of Listerine on me, you talk crazy, I'm at your tooth
I don't play no video games, you ain't 50 Cent, you ain't bulletproof
Do his ass like Tupac when we shoot his ass, pussy, I got the juice
See, I got Versaces on my frame and I got cow ass on my boots
Woke up in the morning, smell a lil' cow shit and some fresh cut grass
Threw me in the water, bitch, I went fishing and caught a bass
I'm a country boy, went straight to the city and came out with some cash
In the sto-lo racing with the laws, if you ain't first, well then, you last
I got Ricky Bobby money, I'll be shaking and be baking
I'm a ho ass motherfucker, I'll rob lil' buddy naked
My bitch be thinking these hoes be on my mind, but money what I'm thinking
Lil' bitch I'm banking, I stay on my grind, I ain't got no time for caking
Bad bitches like this music and it make they booty bounce
Fuck that bottle, ho, I'm in the club smoking an ounce
She stuck out her tongue and I seen two pills in her mouth
You don't take her back to mama, you take this bitch to the South
Bad bitches like this music and it make they booty bounce
Fuck that bottle, ho, I'm in the club smoking an ounce
She stuck out her tongue and I seen two pills in her mouth
You don't take her back to mama, you take this bitch to the South
Can't take this bitch to mama, can't show a bitch where I live
Keep it on me, don't want karma for all the shit that I did
Fuck Benihanas, call up mama, I'm pulling up to the crib
'Fore I sleep, I bow my head 'cause I should be doing a bid
I be nuttin' in my bitch like I want another kid, huh
I can't get your wig done, split a nigga wig, uh, uh
I'm with OT, we got chop, sitting in traffic
I never had shit, now I live a life I couldn't imagine
I got ratchet bitches and got bitches into fashion
Got a four door for the gang and bought a coupe just to go faster
Damn
Beat that pussy down all night, bitch, I don't need enhancements
Bad bitches like this music and it make they booty bounce
Fuck that bottle, ho, I'm in the club smoking an ounce
She stuck out her tongue and I seen two pills in her mouth
You don't take her back to mama, you take this bitch to the South
Bad bitches like this music and it make they booty bounce
Fuck that bottle, ho, I'm in the club smoking an ounce
She stuck out her tongue and I seen two pills in her mouth
You don't take her back to mama, you take this bitch to the South
You don't take her back to mama, you take this bitch to the South
You don't take her back to mama, you take this bitch to the South
