Mexico

Yeah, ay, nah
Yeah, go to Mexico
Go to, Mexico

(It's trissy on the beat)

Ay, yah, ay
Hop on to a plane, go to Mexico
Bad bitch say she from Mexico
I don't believe her tho'
Run around, make tracks
Make the dough, sell it out
It's just that rockstar life

Mariachi band, make the bands
Going lah, de, de dah
Salsa chips, kiss my lips
Serenade your bitch
Nevermind she a witch
Ok i take that back
I guess she's fine, when I close my eyes

Ay, yah, ay
Hop on to a plane, go to Mexico
Bad bitch say she from Mexico
I don't believe her tho'
Run around, make tracks
Make the dough, sell it out
It's just that rockstar life

Wake up in paradise, paralyze her back
Hold on nevermind, my game's wack
Only in my dreams
It seems, that everyone screams
Goes to great extremes, but never get their dream

Ay, yah, ay
Hop on to a plane, go to Mexico
Bad bitch say she from Mexico
I don't believe her tho'
Run around, make tracks
Make the dough, sell it out
It's just that rockstar life

(Freestyle)



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Camejo
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