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That Mexican Ot - Samsung Screenz Lyrics

Samsung Screenz Lyrics[Intro]
(Damn, Duke, this shit wavy)

[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Samsung screen in the seats (In the seats)
Rollin' I-10, sippin' syrup, blowin' Sweets (Blowin' Sweets, hold up)
Alexa run my house, my TVs can really speak (Can really speak, roll up)
I tell her close my curtains when I'm beatin' down your freak (Down your cheeks, oohwee)

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
I'm beatin' down your street, Maybach truck, Jeep
Beep, beep, beep, do anybody want grease?
We only seen wars growin' up, but want peace
My uncle still smilin' at the stove with no teeth
These dogs got no leash
Get questioned by the laws, we lock jaws and don't speak
She pretty with her flaws, I might call her all week
I done left with his lover, I done left with her friend
I done left with his wife, put 'em all in my Benz
I done drowned in my sins to make sure my child win
I done been broke before and I won't go back there again
The feds done took my brother, they done locked away my twin
Until he leave the pen', I'ma dig under they skin

[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Samsung screen in the seats
Rollin' I-10, sippin' syrup, blowin' Sweets (Hold up)
Alexa run my house, my TVs can really speak (Roll up)
I tell her close my curtains when I'm beatin' down your freak (Man, hold up, oohwee)
Samsung screen in the seats (In the seats)
Rollin' I-10, sippin' syrup, blowin' Sweets (Blowin' Sweets, hold up)
Alexa run my house, my TVs can really speak (Can really speak, roll up)
I tell her close my curtains when I'm beatin' down your freak (Down your cheeks, man, hold up, oohwee)

[Verse 2: That Mexican OT]
On a four-wheeler, I'ma spin
Got my curly mullet in the wind
I done got some money and fucked on some hoes, and I done caught myself doin' it again, yeah
I be deep in that water with a fin
Kick down the door if they don't let me in
Real street, camo on the DTS, got them boys real mad, told 'em take it on the chin
I'm a Mexican that's straight out the country
City girl say she wan' fuck me
Like a hog pen, my double cup muddy
I mix it with soda water, now it's bubbly
On 288, I be scrapin' these plates
Yeah, I got the bumper kit lookin' all beat up
Sittin' on my ass, countin' money with my feet up
I'm a fat Mexican runnin' slow, how you can't keep up, bitch?
Call the Glock Nintendo 'cause it walk with a switch
At the Rangers game, 85K for a pitch
Crip in all blue, got me feelin' like Stitch
I'm a money-makin' motherfucker, feelin' like Mitch
I love the hustle
Sip more drank than JaMarcus Russell
I'ma air this bitch out if he move a muscle
It's gon' be him and bullets, I'll let 'em tussle, right on

[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Samsung screen in the seats
Rollin' I-10, sippin' syrup, blowin' Sweets (Hold up)
Alexa run my house, my TVs can really speak (Roll up)
I tell her close my curtains when I'm beatin' down your freak (Man, hold up, oohwee)
Samsung screen in the seats (In the seats)
Rollin' I-10, sippin' syrup, blowin' Sweets (Blowin' Sweets, hold up)
Alexa run my house, my TVs can really speak (Can really speak, roll up)
I tell her close my curtains when I'm beatin' down your freak (Down your cheeks, man, hold up, oohwee)