Chronic Lyrics – That Mexican OT, Bravo the Bagchaser

Read the complete Chronic Lyrics by That Mexican OT and Bravo the Bagchaser along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy That Mexican Ot’s music, you can also explore Water, another song by That Mexican Ot.

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, pu*sy, 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 s*it and some fresh cut grass
Threw me in the water, b!tch, 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 motherfu*ker, I’ll rob lil’ buddy naked

My b!tch be thinking these hoes be on my mind, but money what I’m thinking
Lil’ b!tch I’m banking, I stay on my grind, I ain’t got no time for caking

Bad b!tches like this music and it make they booty bounce
Fu*k 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 b!tch to the South

Bad b!tches like this music and it make they booty bounce
Fu*k 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 b!tch to the South

Can’t take this b!tch to mama, can’t show a b!tch where I live
Keep it on me, don’t want karma for all the s*it that I did
Fu*k 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 nutting in my b!tch like I want another kid, huh
I can’t get your wig done, split a n!gga wig, uh, uh
I’m with OT, we got chop, sitting in traffic
I never had s*it, now I live a life I couldn’t imagine
I got ratchet b!tches and got b!tches into fashion
Got a four door for the gang and bought a coupe just to go faster
Damn
Beat that pu*sy down all night, b!tch, I don’t need enhancements

Bad b!tches like this music and it make they booty bounce
Fu*k 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 b!tch to the South

Bad b!tches like this music and it make they booty bounce
Fu*k 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 b!tch to the South

You don’t take her back to mama, you take this b!tch to the South
You don’t take her back to mama, you take this b!tch to the South