02.02.99 Lyrics – That Mexican OT
02.02.99 That Mexican OT Lyrics
Can’t Nobody Tell Me Shit, ‘Cause I Got Cuttas, Motherfucker
Bitch, I’m Virgil Till I Die, No, I Can’t Be Nobody Other
Told My Choppa That The Only Thing We Got Is Just Each Other
I’m The Type That Needs The Walls Up When They Bowlin’, ‘Cause I’m Gutta
Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh
I Ain’t Fuck Yo’ Sister, Bitch, I’m Just A Motherfucker
Nah, I’m Lyin’, I Knocked Her Ass Down Too And We Got In A Lots Of Trouble
Ugh
Fuck Mexican OT And Fuck His Raps, He’s Just A Bitch
Ho, I’m Virgil Till I Die, And, Oh, Yes Sir, I’m With The Shits
On 288, Swangin’ Elbows Like I’m In The UFC
My Choppa Got A Mind Of Its Own, So If It Shoot, It Ain’t On Me
I Stay Outta The F Because I’m A G
Bad Bitch With Me, She Stay On Fleek
Miami Heat Up And Shoot, Shoot A Three, Call My Choppa “Kick”, ‘Cause It Knock Out A Knee
Yes, Bitch, I’m Cut Throat, No Love, Ho
We Gon’ Get ‘Em Done Fo’
Hop Out With These Sticks, I Told My Tio, “Let That Mug Blow”
Mismatch My Designer, Got Me Feelin’ Like I’m Luh Fo
If The Bitch Can’t Afford My Watch, Then I Ain’t Got Time For Itty Bitty Broke Ho
Ayo, Is That Mexican OT
Can’t Nobody Tell Me Shit, ‘Cause I Got Cuttas, Motherfucker
Bitch, I’m Virgil Till I Die, No, I Can’t Be Nobody Other
Told My Choppa That The Only Thing We Got Is Just Each Other
I’m The Type That Needs The Walls Up When They Bowlin’, ‘Cause I’m Gutta
I Was Deep In That Water, Swimmin’ With Them Fishes
Them Crash Dummy Missions, I Was Jumpin’ Fences
I Came Out The Mud Like A Victim In Ditches
Everywhere I Go, Got A Glock In My Britches
Cut ‘Em Up, Now The Doctor Givin’ ‘Em Some Stitches
A Beam On The Yappa, I Ain’t Never Missin’
Double D’s On The Cutta, Nina Got Extensions, In The Southside Of Texas, Double Cup, We Sippin’
Southside Steppin’
I’m Playa Made, I Pour Up A Four, Mix It With Minute Maid
If It’s Drama You Want, We Pull Up Where You Stay
And I Ain’t Callin’ ‘Em, ‘Cause I Want Deep Hitter Stains
Ready For War, I’m Strapped Up Like A Soldier
The Tooley Gonna Knock His Head Right Off His Shoulder
I’m Actin’ A Fooley While Pushin’ A Stolo’
My Grandma Make Cookies They Got Me On Slow-Mo
Virgil You Have Everything Under Control
And It’s All In Your Mind
The World Is Now In Your Hands
Finish Him
Can’t Nobody Tell Me Shit, ‘Cause I Got Cuttas, Motherfucker
Bitch, I’m Virgil Till I Die, No, I Can’t Be Nobody Other
Told My Choppa That Only Thing We Got Is Just Each Other
I’m The Type That Needs The Walls Up When They Bowlin’, ‘Cause I’m Gutta
Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh
