Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mexico, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Album song Shadow of a Doubt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, ESGN
Song language: English
Mexico |
Damn nigga |
You know I pull up, what the fuck is that? |
You know when the doors don’t go up |
They just swing to the side a little bit |
J hop up on top, fuck these bitches man, shit’s crazy |
Fargo… |
New Givenchy coat it’s like we’re selling dope |
Since I started pimping I don’t sell no more |
I got bitches down to 4−0-1 and 4−1-0 |
I ain’t got no time to sit and talk about so and so |
My whip color looks like Rihanna |
And all my bitches like designer |
We flip Diego like Quintana |
That’s why this brother whips a car look like we’re selling dope |
I wake up to smoke that kush in the morning |
Throw on my rollie |
Check my phone, I got a call from my homie |
He need that OG |
Gangsta D, I run a mob like I’m Tony |
I sell that codeine |
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s |
Them my lil woahdies |
Trap my dope spot my OG used to call me |
Bag up that doggie |
She can’t fuck I drop that bitch on the corner |
Yeah bitch I’m balling |
Police hit your shit then bitch you don’t know me |
No we ain’t homies |
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s |
Them my lil woahdies, yeah |
New Givenchy coat it’s like we’re selling dope |
Since I started pimping I don’t sell no more |
I got bitches down to 4−0-1 and 4−1-0 |
I ain’t got no time to sit and talk about so and so |
My whip color looks like Rihanna |
And all my bitches like designer |
We flip Diego like Quintana |
That’s why this brother whips a car look like we’re selling dope |
Riding in my phantom got a rollie in my pocket |
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico |
Chopper on my left I’m blowing gas, hit a Texaco |
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico |
Just put all my bitches off in a foreign |
Them my lil woahdies |
I just whipped that brick that bitch driving for me |
The bitch my roadie |
Police hit my shit the charges baloney |
Bailed out that morning |
Gangsta D, I run the mob like I’m Tony |
Now sell that Tony |
Slap that ass I got my hands on the kilo |
I sell the nino |
Straight casino bitch I’m the Tarantino |
Chop up an ingle |
I wake up and whip that dope in the morning |
Put on my rollie |
Just gave all my youngsters Glock-9s and 40s |
Them my lil woahdies |
New Davinci coding like we’re selling dope |
Sister pimping I don’t sell them hoes |
I got bitches down to 4−0-1 and 4−1-0 |
I ain’t got no time to sit and talk about so and so |
My whip color looks like Rihanna |
And all my bitches like designer |
We flip Diego like Quintana |
That’s why this brother whips a car look like we’re selling dope |
Riding in my phantom got a rollie in my pocket |
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico |
Chopper on my left I’m blowing gas hit a Texaco |
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico |
Take a trip to Mexico |
Chopper on my lap I’m blowing gas, hit a Texaco |
Hundred fifty stacks about to take a trip to Mexico |
About to take a trip to Mexico |
To Mexico |
Think they give a fuck what you’re thinking |
Fuck themselves |
I’m god and bitch you’re not |