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GxxdMorning - Texico Yung Mexico Lyrics



GxxdMorning - Texico Yung Mexico Lyrics




All of my bitches get Audemars wrist, yea huh
Hunnid round kill em with the song, yea huh
If I dont got the rhythm, what you call that yea huh
Rockstar denim, what you call that yea

Yeah I picked it up quick
To keep it a brick
She just came for the Barbie
Ain no black in the mix
I'm a first round pick
Let me get shit started
She on Tila Tequila
A fifth of a liter
And I think edamames
I don't need it
Avoiding my feelings
That bitch gotta learn it the hard way

All the young hitters get a quarter my brick
Foreign lil' shit went imported my bitch
800 thread like Coraline
White bitch with it told her "colonize this"

Yeah, its up to the ceiling, I f*ck on that bitch
I'ma touch on a million, hey
Borderline chemist, avoidin' these bitches
And voided my feelings

I'm the nigga, it's not theoretical
On a bean and I'm high up a pedestal
All I need is a pie and a parachute
I'ma beat up the line and like Jericho
Got two BM's, I line up identical
I got lean by the line and that Texico
She some heat and I call her lil' Mexico
I'ma be on a pint of that medical
Wild up the decimals

Hey, pint in a Fanta
Ima pull up in a Phantom
Bitch im the one on the banner
We intervene in the club w the Anna

Bitch im the one on the banner
We intervene in the club w the Anna
We just wanna get better
Cedes a peace but I come with the hammer
Yeah, she come from Atlanta

Came to her P's and I bring the bandana
She in the sun to get tanner
She in the B but she come from Savannah
She the one with no manners
City girl but she come like a Bama
She just tatted me so I know it's real
And right on her feet like a henna

Ima run up a bag that shit regular
I been poppin' new tags on the regular
My new bitch on my back and my schedule
I'm low-key, don't be callin' me regular
B and E got a stollie perpetual

I'm OD, I ain't talkin' bout chemicals
Kool Moe D with the flow to my cellular
Young OG, she gon' call me forever though

Enemies got a problem I settle though
Got a heap of new Pradas, I'm level though
Gotta speed up the throttle
The pedal broke back in a minute though

All of my bitches get Audemars wrist, yea huh
Hunnid round kill em with the song, yea huh
If I dont got the rhythm, what you call that yea huh
Rockstar denim, what you call that yea
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All of my bitches get Audemars wrist, yea huh
Hunnid round kill em with the song, yea huh
If I dont got the rhythm, what you call that yea huh
Rockstar denim, what you call that yea

Yeah I picked it up quick
To keep it a brick
She just came for the Barbie
Ain no black in the mix
I'm a first round pick
Let me get shit started
She on Tila Tequila
A fifth of a liter
And I think edamames
I don't need it
Avoiding my feelings
That bitch gotta learn it the hard way

All the young hitters get a quarter my brick
Foreign lil' shit went imported my bitch
800 thread like Coraline
White bitch with it told her "colonize this"

Yeah, its up to the ceiling, I f*ck on that bitch
I'ma touch on a million, hey
Borderline chemist, avoidin' these bitches
And voided my feelings

I'm the nigga, it's not theoretical
On a bean and I'm high up a pedestal
All I need is a pie and a parachute
I'ma beat up the line and like Jericho
Got two BM's, I line up identical
I got lean by the line and that Texico
She some heat and I call her lil' Mexico
I'ma be on a pint of that medical
Wild up the decimals

Hey, pint in a Fanta
Ima pull up in a Phantom
Bitch im the one on the banner
We intervene in the club w the Anna

Bitch im the one on the banner
We intervene in the club w the Anna
We just wanna get better
Cedes a peace but I come with the hammer
Yeah, she come from Atlanta

Came to her P's and I bring the bandana
She in the sun to get tanner
She in the B but she come from Savannah
She the one with no manners
City girl but she come like a Bama
She just tatted me so I know it's real
And right on her feet like a henna

Ima run up a bag that shit regular
I been poppin' new tags on the regular
My new bitch on my back and my schedule
I'm low-key, don't be callin' me regular
B and E got a stollie perpetual

I'm OD, I ain't talkin' bout chemicals
Kool Moe D with the flow to my cellular
Young OG, she gon' call me forever though

Enemies got a problem I settle though
Got a heap of new Pradas, I'm level though
Gotta speed up the throttle
The pedal broke back in a minute though

All of my bitches get Audemars wrist, yea huh
Hunnid round kill em with the song, yea huh
If I dont got the rhythm, what you call that yea huh
Rockstar denim, what you call that yea
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Writer: Chad Wellington, Nehanzi Mohohlo
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Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Chad Wellington, Nehanzi Mohohlo
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