Mexico lyrics
by Kak Hatt
[Intro]
I tell 'em ahoit
Sorry mate you can't park heyaw
[Chorus 1]
This one's sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like you're next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill and run from Texaco
I said this one's sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like you're next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill and run from Texaco
[Verse 1]
This one's sounding like Pabalo Escah
Had a couple fatties on the back of the Vesper
Had a couple fatties in thе back of the Vetra
Boy you wanna have a look shе got a back like a wrestler
Got a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp
Had a sh*tty hole now I'm touching a cloth
Any negativity I'm f*ckin' 'em off
She never told me she was lesbian but f*ck it I'll watch
[Verse 1 Continued / Interlude]
Look
Make noise like a man with a disc cutter
Had a few cans need a p*ss brother (need a p*ss)
f*ck next year I'm tryna make this summer
Bolted in her mouth now you're tryna get a kiss from her (eugh)
Take that literal
I was out me nut now I'm clean, Phil Mitchell
I don't give a f*ck what you've seen or been through
And I'll be lying if I said I wasn't into UHH
[Chorus]
This one's sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like you're next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill and run from Texaco
I said this one's sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like you're next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill and run from Texaco
[Verse 2]
I said, call me Aloe Blacc I'm tryna grab a dollar
Out me nut on camera call me Maradona
You can get it if you really really wanna
She keep acting like a dog so ima treat her to a collar (woof woof)
Tryna get me that cash like an ATM
Black path back wheel on a KTM
Said 40 bar an hour so I paid for them
She got nice little tits so I played with them
I ain't playin' I ain't kiddin' tryna do this for a livin'
Put the sausage with the gravy then I mix it with the chicken
Tell her what you doing twitchin' while I'm tryna put me di*k in
Tell her dad to get off out of it you look like Peter Griffin
Er who you getting loud to ballbag chin
Open up her legs put me ballbags in
Cur anything
Don't bring an horse round him
My boy you wanna see me when I'm 4 grams in
[Interlude]
So, what's the matter, what's the problem, what you gonna do?
Had a fart I took a risk and then I followed through
Yeah I'm looking for a fat body
Take her round the back and cur her underneath the grab lorry
Or I might grab it and chat it in the phonebox
On the cover lookin' like a pair of robots
Incoming call tell the c*nt to turn the phone off
Runnin' down Weyfield Hill with me clothes off AH
[Chorus]
This one's sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like you're next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill and run from Texaco
I said this one's sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like you're next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill and run from Texaco
[Verse 3]
Ohh, boy I dunno what to do
I want cocaine and I wanna prostitute
I got a screw loose brother yeah I lost a few
And f*ck Starbucks tell 'em bring a fosters through (Gi's a beer)
It's like, I ain't worried bout ya hashtag
Tryna be like Big John curring in the black cab
Ching make it jiggle while I sit here with a flat cap
And she make it wiggle when she jizz I'm on the Kak Hatt
Look, they said are you gonna make it where you gonna be
I said in a Rolls Royce, M23
Do it by me own choice you ain't tellin' me
And if she ain't a fatty then I treat her like an enemy
Here girl just a quick one
Gowan gi's a handjob, Don't be a sh*t c*nt
Puffin' that Benson, tight c*nt, gi's one
Play pure bars make the crowd do a fist pump (pump pump)
[Verse 4]
Spit bars, make the crowd go divvy
Sniff a line of couva do a blue now I'm dizzy
She'll be rippin' off me boxers tryna get me jiggy jiggy
Drop a banger once a week I'll show you how to keep it busy
I said, a-hoit brother I'm killin' 'em
Not one video I'm pushin' off a million
Yeah I got the brass house sittin' over chillin' 'em
Fanny taste sweet yeah it taste like cinnamon
Look, smoke like a train never put me in the race
I was on top then I dribbled on her face
Said what's the matter you look like you're gonna cry
She said course I am you silly c*nt you dribbled in me eye
Said, bad gyal sorry bout that
Can't get in yours there's a lorry out back
Plus I got a bit of vodka if you wanna down that
Gettin' jiggy in the rain lookin' like a drowned rat (like a drowned rat), AH
[Chorus]
This one's sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like you're next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill and run from Texaco
I said this one's sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like you're next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill and run from Texaco
[Outro]
This one's sounding like Mexico
Why you tryna act like you're next to blow
You wanna see me in the booth when they let me go
And I just done a fill and run from Texaco