Mexico

Am : 577555
Dm : 057765
E  : 022100
E7 : 079797

| Am  Dm  | E      |
| Am  Dm  | E7     |
Am
 Touch down in Mexico
Dm      E
 Like, "Dónde están los sexy hoes?"
  Am                       Dm  E7
I blow more gas than a Texaco

Am
 I'm feelin' good, I'm feelin' great
                 E7
Stackin' all the cheese and all the bread upon my plate
               Am
Steady lookin' fresh while I be headin' to the bank
                  E7
And all my homies dead, I think it's time to celebrate
      Am
La-la-la, everybody wanna be like me
         E7
'Cause I eat real good like I'm B.I.G
     Am
Ayy, choppa gon' chop like it's Miyagi
     E7
Said if she wanna fuck I need to see ID, woo

Am          E7                          Am
 And when I walk in, people know what's up
            E7                    Am
They get to talkin', all up on my nuts
                   E7                      Am
Like, "Hey, what's poppin'? Why you actin' sus?"
               E7                       Am
Boy, run those pockets, try and call my bluff

| Am  Dm  | E      |
| Am  Dm  | E7     |

Am
 Touch down in Mexico
Dm      E
 Like, "Dónde están los sexy hoes?"
  Am                       Dm
I blow more gas than a Texaco
   E7
In love with the ice, word to Eskimos
           Am
Now let me go, you know I get the best of those
          E7
I wrestle hoes, they suck up on my testicles
   Am
My life is a movie, not an episode
   E7
My bitch kinda groovy, turn the decibels up

Am
 And bury me with bitches by my side
         E7
'Cause I swear that when I die, I'm taking everything that's mine
Am
 All the girls and the guys
           E7
With their eyes on the prize who could never get a dime

Am
 I'm feelin' good, I'm feelin' great
                 E7
Stackin' all the cheese and all the bread upon my plate
               Am
Steady lookin' fresh while I be headin' to the bank
                   E7
And all my homies dead, I think it's time to celebrate
      Am
La-la-la, everybody wanna be like me
         E7
'Cause I eat real good like I'm B.I.G
     Am
Ayy, choppa gon' chop like it's Miyagi
     E7
Said if she wanna fuck I need to see ID, woo

Am          E7                          Am
 And when I walk in, people know what's up
            E7                    Am
They get to talkin', all up on my nuts
                   E7                      Am
Like, "Hey, what's poppin'? Why you actin' sus?"
               E7                       Am
Boy, run those pockets, try and call my bluff

                      Dm
Trend setter, big bag-getter
E
 Drip down, gonna need an umbrella
Am                         Dm
 Get set up, shawty be the meta
E7
 Huh, little boy should've known better
Am
 Backhand that bitch with my ice on
E7
I took pics of it on my Nikon
Am
Talked my shit like this with the mic on
E7
Now they treat me like I'm an icon
Am
 Maybe 'cause I am?
             E7
Maybe people need me, that's a shout to Uncle Sam
                 Am
Who I swear they copy and talk about on the 'Gram
                E7
Steady with the jockin' and stalkin' then you a fan? Nah-nah-nah

Am
 Touch down in Mexico
       E7
Like, "Dónde están los sexy hoes?"
  Am
I blow more gas than a Texaco
   E7
In love with the ice, word to Eskimos
           Am
Now let me go, you know I get the best of those
          E7
I wrestle hoes, they suck up on my testicles
   Am
My life is a movie, not an episode
   E7
My bitch kinda groovy, turn the decibels up

| Am     | E7     |
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