15 Missed Calls lyrics

[Intro: That Mexican OT]
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
(Stop playin')

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
I got the weed nobody can touch, I be smoking that virgin Mary Jane
That Mexican what? That Mexican OT, don't act like y'all don't know the name
I got gas in the blunt that's gon' peel the paint
I got three wise men bringing hella dank
I got a b*tch working out, doing shake weight
Ricky Bobby money in the kitchen, I shake and bake
My b*tch is bad and older, don't drink soda, I love that pus*y odor (Uh-huh)
She ride like Rover, bend it over, eat di*k 'til she throw up (Uh)
Gotta her all on her knees like, "Amen"
Put it in the wrong hole, she like, "Ayy, man"
Beating it up and I got her spraying like a spray can
Mеssing with this girl and her family the Ku Klux Klan
She likеs my demeanor, she likes how I'm wylin'
She like her a beaner, she like how I'm stylin'
She like role play, so I'm teaching her college
I put it in the butt, I ain't using no condom
She call me a wet back 'cause I get her back wet
Slipping and sliding from all of that back sweat
Deep in her guts, now I got her stomach upset
Fell in love with me, she said she gon' up that
She so freaky, she wanna eat me
Beat up that pinky, stuff her like a Twinkie
Got her room hot, got it musty and steamy
I'm slidin' it in, you would think it's a CD
Right on
Shawty said she gon' ride for me, and she said she gon' slide for me
And while I'll be beating, I got her screaming that That Mexican OT is the guy for me
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Fifteen missed calls from my lil' b*tch, she say I've been tripping lately
I say, "Nah, I just gotta get this money, I'm on a mission, baby"
Plus, see people wan' see me in the box, so l stay Glocked with no safety rounds
And rounds of ammunition
Step to this lil' b*tch, you crazy

[Verse 2: Sploosh God]
Told that lil' ho I'm crazy like CeeLo (Like who?)
Always calling my tio for kilos (Brrt)
In the midst of the moment, the money the only thing I find important to me, though (Just give me the loot)
Can't go f*ck up my digits when I'm tryna live it up
b*tches be holding you back (What?)
That's why I don't got love for no ho and I'm always out rapping and killing a track (Kill sh*t)
Rep the H, need that b*tch on my back (H, b*tch)
Only focused on bread and a stack (Ayy, ho)
If she don't eat the di*k anywhere all the time, then that ho getting gone like a pack (Gone, b*tch)
On the mission collecting ciabatta
That ho call me "Dada"
I can't be ya padre (Hell, nah)
Understand that I'm freaky as f*ck and I don't give a f*ck to drop di*k in ya Madre, ooh (Sploosh, Sploosh)
Young playa have her sellin' cat and breaking guap (Yeah)
Been this way since a jit, I can't have no relations, I'm focused on hitting the top (Hitting the top, b*tch)
She be calling my phone wondering what I be on, but I'm off somewhere all in the mix (I'm all in the mix, ho)
If you f*cking, I'm sorry, lil' baby
I can't have no ties on my road to get rich (I'm tryna get rich)
n*ggas mad that they b*tches be biting and getting excited, tryna take us a flick (No, you can't have a photo)
Lil' ho can't get a dollar from me or a holla from me
All she get is some di*k (Lil' b*tch, that's the motto)
In the studio rapping these raps (Sploosh, Sploosh, Sploosh), tryna get out the hood and make living a switch
Don't be blowing my line, I'm fine
No falling behind, I'm hitting some licks
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Fifteen missed calls from my lil' b*tch, she say I've been tripping lately
I say, "Nah, I just gotta get this money, I'm on a mission, baby"
Plus, see people wan' see me in the box, so l stay Glocked with no safety rounds
And rounds of ammunition
Step to this lil' b*tch, you crazy
Fifteen missed calls from my lil' b*tch, she say I've been tripping lately
I say, "Nah, I just gotta get this money, I'm on a mission, baby"
Plus, see people wan' see me in the box, so l stay Glocked with no safety rounds
And rounds of ammunition
Step to this lil' b*tch, you crazy