Music Video

That Mexican OT - Breannan (Official Music Video)
Watch That Mexican OT - Breannan (Official Music Video) on YouTube

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
That Mexican OT
That Mexican OT
Vocals
Jonny Shipes
Jonny Shipes
Programming
Olivier Bassil
Olivier Bassil
Programming
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Performer
Boogie
Boogie
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olivier Bassil
Olivier Bassil
Songwriter
VIRGIL GAZCA
VIRGIL GAZCA
Songwriter
Boogie
Boogie
Songwriter
Jonathan Shapiro
Jonathan Shapiro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonny Shipes
Jonny Shipes
Producer
Olivier Bassil
Olivier Bassil
Producer
Caleb C4 Albarado
Caleb C4 Albarado
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Boogie
Boogie
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
I party, hit cocaine, sip drank and smoke weed
But at night, in my bed, it's so lonely
God couldn't even make the perfect woman for me
Until somebody hold me down I'm out here running these streets
Oh Breannan, little bitch, you know I can't stand it when you
Play the mind games, why babe? You can hit the highway
I'll have you die on Friday and I'ma be in hell with you
[Verse 1]
Well, I just find out my girl's been fucking an old partner lately
Contemplating on why they hate me, act shady and try to play me
She did this but still tell me, "Ooh Virgil, I want your babies"
Like, stupid bitch, is you crazy? I wouldn't get you pregnant if you paid me
And my other partner just dry ass lying, I know he a capper
He made me wanna sharpen the toothbrush, stick the blade through his Adam's apple
I'm not innocent, I dibble and dabble, but Eve told Adam eat the apple
My only self defense mechanism is lay they face inside the gravel
[Verse 2]
I had to leave 'cause she was too much to handle
Running from love, got no stamina
Was talking 'bout changing Pampers
Now it's just me overloading clothes in the hamper
That house a mess, a disaster
I'm eating shrooms trying to manage
[Chorus]
I party, hit cocaine, sip drank and smoke weed
But at night, in my bed, it's so lonely
God couldn't even make the perfect woman for me
Until somebody hold me down I'm out here running these streets
Oh Breannan, little bitch, you know I can't stand it when you
Play the mind games, why babe? You can hit the highway
I'll have you die on Friday and I'ma be in hell with you
With you, with you, with you
[Chorus]
I party, hit cocaine, sip drank and smoke weed
But at night, in my bed, it's so lonely
God couldn't even make the perfect woman for me
Until somebody hold me down I'm out here running these streets
Oh Breannan, little bitch, you know I can't stand it when you
Play the mind games, why babe? You can hit the highway
I'll have you die on Friday and I'ma be in hell with you
With you, with you, with you
Written by: Jonathan Shapiro, Jonny Shipes, Olivier Bassil, VIRGIL GAZCA, WESTSIDE BOOGIE
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out