Testo Still Virgil - That Mexican OT
Testo della canzone Still Virgil (That Mexican OT), tratta dall'album Still Virgil
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I'm in the backyard with my son smokin', watchin' him jump on the trampoline
Daddy came home with a brand-new mockingbird and a brand-new big ol' ring
Yeah, I'm Sophie son, but now it's Virgil son that made the team
Yeah, they like when I rap, but them hos go crazy whenever I sing
I feel like Justin' Bieber, me and Lil Nito in a two-seater
They say that they don't like me, if I wasn't me, I wouldn't like me neither
Lookin' at my son like, "Goddamn, Nito, boy, your ass gon' be a problem"
And I got you, son, but don't think this money yours, you gon' start from the bottom
When I'm at Sophie headstone, I'll be thuggin' with my T Jone
Got a grill for the H-E-B and I came right back and I grabbed me a T-bong
In a Roadmaster, tryna push this ho faster, ballin' hard like a free throw
Straight out of Texas, cowhide, inside the slab ridin' 'round slow, boogie like Bebo
(Our patient, Virgil, has made tremendous progress but he's still Virgil) (ah, ah, ah)
Call up my grandpa, I need me some medicine, he said he got Robitussin'
Take a route to the Peach and I'm callin' up CJ, he tellin' me they gonna bust it
Don't make me get CJ, he got them big things, them Hoovers be given concussions
We got the street jumpin', like X's, we dumpin', the laws askin' questions, but I don't know nothin'
Call me sheriff Woody, there's a Glock in my boot (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Like he sneezed, we gon' bless him, so we pop 'em at you (pew, pew, pew, pew)
I groove with 300 just like a great Spartan and if you act funny, 300 be sparkin'
You clam you a dog but you not even barkin', propane in my chest, boy, it smell like I farted
Rockin' the mullet and smashin' in boots, hold it in while I nut her glutes
Hoover crippin', so I'm bangin' on blue, just like I'm Curry, that 30 I shoot
I'ma show you that you not bulletproof, forget Bieber fever, I'm bringin' the flu
Locin' hard so you know that I'm cool, but my lil' baby Poo, he be bangin', he bool
Take a route to the trap and I deal me somethin', stand between her legs, she feelin' somethin'
Get the burner 'cause we grillin' somethin', that coco butter got me feelin' nothin'
We trap for three months, then we move, crackers playin' peekaboo
Me and my gorillas groove with bananas clips, blue flag on my hand, that bandana hits
Patty cake because that cutter be clappin' it, call us Jack and Jill, we see it, we jackin' it
And we do it just to do it, get licked twice in one night, you stupid
Set it all up, he was clueless
Put the pump to his nostrils, told him empty out his pockets, made him make love to the rocket
Made into a lil' punk, his money is what he gave up, he talkin' 'bout, "Stop it"
Hakuna Matata, I'm straight out the jungle, I'm makin' these plays like I broke out the huddle
I hit from the back, I be makin' her fumble, I'm all in her mouth, I be makin' her mumble
I hit, then I'm dippin', I don't like to cuddle, I cool on the corner, she bring me a bundle
I'm scrapin' that metal and watch water tumble, like deer huntin' season, I groove with these hunters
A la verga
Ese vato sí sabe cómo rapear
Chihuahua
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Thomas, Virgil Gazca
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