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Track: Check Please (feat. Lil Jairmy & MG Lil Bubba)
Artist: That Mexican OT
Album: Check Please (feat. Lil Jairmy & MG Lil Bubba)

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Name: That Mexican OT
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Rapper from Bay City, Texas, US. Born on February 2, 1999. Also known as "That Mexican Outta Texas", he's been active since 2020.

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LYRICS

Yeah, buddy, ballin' like a big shot
Escalade tuned up, NASCAR, pit stop
Diamonds in my mouth, I don't even need a wristwatch
Sayin' that you got it, you can fuck around and get got
I'ma stretch the lean out like a ballerina
I be lookin' for money like, "Have you seen her?"
Got a mouth full of water like Catalina
I be sippin' that drank like I'm Justin Bieber
Bad bitty with the small titties wanna sex me
Eat it like a king, told the bitch, "Check please"
I can grab that Escalade-V or the 'Vette keys
Deep, deep in that water, I need a jet-ski
Vroom, I ride my wave on 'em, huh
I'm makin' plays on 'em
Put my foot on they neck and it stay on 'em
He want problems, I'm puttin' the Bay on him

It's automatic when it come to static
I'ma get it crackin' in this bitch, so what's up, lil' ho? (So what's up, lil' ho?)
You say that you want it, make sure you for sure (Make sure you for sure)
My shooters, they on it, they ready to go (They ready to go)
Go, go, Gadget, walk up with the ratchet
I'ma let him have it, that's it, ran out of luck, lil' ho (Luck, lil' ho)
Don't need no practice, I'm uppin' the score (I'm uppin' the score)
I jump off the top rope, think the mattress done broke (Think the mattress done broke)
Boy, my cup muddy, clutchin' on a big Glock
Reachin' for my neck, that's the quickest way to get shot
Beat him up, left him all scratched just like hip-hop
Slapped him with my pockets, left him with a big knot
Where the drank man? Gotta go and make a pit stop (Go and make a pit stop)
Quarter-million dollars, went and spent it on a wristwatch (Spent it on a wristwatch)
Got her ass open like a book I'm finna write in
I ain't talkin' football, but she got a tight end
Ooh, that's disgusting
Like a fat ass in some small pants, T bustin'
I'ma hit it hard, make the bitch keep cussin' (Cussin')
I ain't got time to do shit, I'm hustlin' (I'm hustlin')
He don't wanna really bump heads, he bluffin' (He bluffin')
Pussy-ass nigga can't beat me in nothin' (Can't beat me in nothin')
Kill your ass and go to sleep, it won't be on my conscience (Conscience)
Shoot way OT to a whole 'nother country, nigga, yeah (To a whole 'nother country)

Yeah, buddy, ballin' like a big shot
Escalade tuned up, NASCAR, pit stop
Diamonds in my mouth, I don't even need a wristwatch
Sayin' that you got it, you can fuck around and get got
I'ma stretch the lean out like a ballerina
I be lookin' for money like, "Have you seen her?"
Got a mouth full of water like Catalina
I be sippin' that drank like I'm Justin Bieber
Bad bitty with the small titties wanna sex me
Eat it like a king, told the bitch, "Check please"
I can grab that Escalade-V or the 'Vette keys
Deep, deep in that water, I need a jet-ski
Vroom, I ride my wave on 'em, huh (Oohwee)
I'm makin' plays on 'em
Put my foot on they neck and it stay on 'em (Hmm, oohwee)
He want problems, I'm puttin' the Bay on him (Oohwee, oohwee)

Codeine is floatin' up outta my— mm, mhm
Floatin' up out of my penis
She wanna suck me inside the arena
Louis V denim came straight from the cleaners
Double D's on the cutter, she sing like Selena
I walked to the plug and then drove back the ninas
Runnin' from the laws got me barkin' the engine
Can't catch me, I'm doggin' the Demon
Drip with the gangsters that's plottin' and schemin'
Just bought a pint, got me honestly fiendin'
Really woke up in a mansion, cartoons on the ceiling
Worth millions, bro, thought I was dreaming
Raised with the OGs, Big Pokey, we leanin' (We leanin')
Dope in my cup cost an LV beanie (Uh-huh)
Bitch grant whatever I wish, she genie
She tryna hot my dog, eat weenie
Better have my money on time
Yeah, shawty, she a ten, but the looks ain't gettin' her a dime
Put the chopper on his head, face, recline (Rrah)
Streamin' this shit, Kai Cenat
Fat-booty bitch, Alexis Skye
Stand on the business, adjust the tie
Stick with a dot, lowercase I
Kidnap a pint, see state-fair Pai
Why? You don't mess with Texas
Our guns legal, get shot for this necklace
Cow and Booga, kick his ass on Drexel
Let her bring pounds to the barn, she special (Howdy, boy)
Traded my big dump truck for a Tesla
Three barflys in my house, trifecta
Finna powerbomb the white girl, Brock Lesnar
Barbecue lobster with the cayenne pepper
Oohwee (Hoo)

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