Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Follow My Lead, artist - South Park Mexican.
Date of issue: 14.08.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Follow My Lead |
Well Baby Beesh, that’s my handle, money mackin' |
Commando, blowin' like a candle, on that pearl and |
Wood panel, modern day Marlon Brando |
Squares don’t understando |
Play like a piano when I’m flipping through the |
Channel, man don’t make me lose convultions, chokin' |
On some doja, cars keep flippin' over |
Getting' Jags and Testerosas |
Motorola, Coca-Cola, stay high and never sober |
Got them hot girls makin' love to my poster |
Attitude kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy |
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me |
Fifty-fifty I’m a playa, slash money maker by nature |
I get that paper pushin' green and snowyflaka |
Make a good girl turn to sinna |
Puttin' inches all up in her |
Blaze the bitch up now she’s a bread winner |
I’m a gold digga, kick a hole through your front door |
Nigga, don’t try to fight it, give it up, let it go |
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. |
(x3) |
Follow my lead huh, mayday mayday. |
(x5) |
I remember way back in the day |
I used to get spankings from my momma |
But uh now this lil' ass baby smokin' on dank in The |
Bahamas, got a pair of Versace pajamas |
Little mommas say I’m a sex symbol |
I come through with the blue Coug |
And shit I’m thinkin' Lexus Limo |
I’m a swang three lanes to the piece and chain |
And the pinky ring I’m gonna blind |
Cuz it’s my time, I pack my dime, I put two holes |
Right in your spine |
Every time you talkin' down my rhyme |
Boy I beat yo lil' behind |
And stop and rewind, feel my lines |
Bottle like me, I’m gonna shine |
Little Christian on a mission |
But listen he gaining recognition |
In the Expedition, it’s gonna glistin' |
Got a line and he went fishin' |
Pay attention to the Louisiano recano regano with a |
Blano, I be puffin' on a big Fano |
Got mo' green than the motherfucking lotto |
Nigga I’m the one, the Christian |
The lucky motherfucker outside of the Yukon |
I’m swangin' fo’s, I’m slangin' hoes |
Representing of the way Houston |
These boys ain’t ready for the age of Levy in a SS |
Chevy on perely |
Nigga I be sippin' lean |
And I’m counting green |
Cuz boy I’m all about my feria (feria) |
I promise this song is harder than my dick is |
I won in the Olympics for cooking the most chickens |
Gold medal around my necka, living la vida chueca |
Puck checka, chuck wrecka, nobody do it betta |
I’m best when under presha, smoke up in my chest |
Momma mad, cuz I just just failed my piss test |
Brain deader than a door knob |
This is, for my road dog |
Fresh out the Pen I take him out to get a blowjob |
I’m so shy, controlling the streets, like a robot |
The one to put a dope house |
I’m sorry but it won’t stop |
My door got kicked in once before |
And I’m sho' they won’t try that stupid shit no more |
I put holes up in they asses |
Broke em' like some glasses |
Niggas was falling just like my motherfuking pants is |
Answers your questions, throwed as Mexicans |
Snatch your bitch up and dig deep in her intestines |