Follow My Lead Lyrics by South Park Mexican

[first verse]
Well baby beesh, thats my handle, money mackin
Commando, blowin like a candle, on that pearl and
Wood panel, modern day marlon brando
Squares dont understando
Play like a piano when Im flipping through the
Channel, man dont make me lose convultions, chokin
On some doja, cars keep flippin over
Getting jags and testerosas
Motorola, coca-cola, stay high and never sober
Got them hot girls makin love to my poster
Attitude kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
Married to marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty Im a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that paper pushin green and snowyflaka
Make a good girl turn to sinna
Puttin inches all up in her
Blaze the bitch up now shes a bread winner
Im a gold digga, kick a hole through your front door
Nigga, dont try to fight it, give it up, let it go.

Chorus:
Follow my lead huh, do as I say not as I do. (x3)

Follow my lead huh, mayday mayday. (x5)

[second verse]
I remember way back in the day
I used to get spankings from my momma
But uh now this lil ass baby smokin on dank in the
Bahamas, got a pair of versace pajamas
Little mommas say Im a sex symbol
I come through with the blue coug
And shit Im thinkin lexus limo
Im a swang three lanes to the piece and chain
And the pinky ring Im gonna blind
Cuz its my time, I pack my dime, I put two holes
Right in your spine
Every time you talkin down my rhyme
Boy I beat yo lil behind
And stop and rewind, feel my lines
Bottle like me, Im gonna shine
Little christian on a mission
But listen he gaining recognition
In the expedition, its gonna glistin
Got a line and he went fishin
Pay attention to the louisiano recano regano with a
Blano, I be puffin on a big fano
Got mo green than the motherfucking lotto
Nigga Im the one, the christian
The lucky motherfucker outside of the yukon
Im swangin fos, Im slangin hoes
Representing of the way houston
These boys aint ready for the age of levy in a ss
Chevy on perely
Nigga I be sippin lean
And Im counting green
Cuz boy Im all about my feria (feria).

Chorus

[third verse]
I promise this song is harder than my dick is
I won in the olympics for cooking the most chickens
Gold medal around my necka, living la vida chueca
Puck checka, chuck wrecka, nobody do it betta
Im best when under presha, smoke up in my chest
Momma mad, cuz I just just failed my piss test
Brain deader than a door knob
This is, for my road dog
Fresh out the pen I take him out to get a blowjob
Im so shy, controlling the streets, like a robot
The one to put a dope house
Im sorry but it wont stop
My door got kicked in once before
And Im sho they wont try that stupid shit no more
I put holes up in they asses
Broke em like some glasses
Niggas was falling just like my motherfuking pants is
Answers your questions, throwed as mexicans
Snatch your bitch up and dig deep in her intestines.

Chorus