Tekst piosenki 'Crooked Officer (feat. Z-Ro)' wykonawcy That Mexican OT

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Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?

What goes inside a toilet bowl? The shit, that's what I am
The bitch was talkin' back, the only thing she saw was my hand
Got tired of countin' money, so I pop myself Vyvanse
Two sticks with some drums, I'm a solo dolo rock band
Diamonds on my wrist made the night look sunny
Left my Puma cleats on, lil buddy, we can run it
I ain't sayin' I'm a God, but I can turn nothin' into somethin'
She gonna gargle this nut, swallow it, then say: Yummy
Shout out to my locs that be gettin' to the money and shout out to B's that be chillin' in the honey
AR-15 punch him in his face and leaves his nose runny
I ain't gotta say shit, the bitch know I ain't a dummy
Had to cut some people off, they was movin' too funny
At the end of the day, they was all tryna fuck mе
I'm a cool ass cat that just like to slow boogie
I just want a pretty bitch that fuck rеal ugly

I'm droppin' bands on 'em, bands on 'em, bands on 'em, bands on 'em
I ain't worried 'bout a thing, I'ma put my lil mans on 'em
Crackin' my shit, I'ma do my lil dance on 'em
Piss on they feelings, I drop down my pants on 'em
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a Mexican wanna blow the badge off of you

She talking 'bout first base, I'ma hit a home run
She sayin' I'm a ho, I say: It take one to know one
If the pussy good, I say: Fuck it, get them toes done
Got a bitch so bad that the pop wanna bone some
She talking 'bout first base, I'ma hit a home run
She sayin' I'm a ho, I say: It take one to know one
If the pussy good, I say: Fuck it, get them toes done
Got a bitch so bad that the pope wanna bone some

Yeah, whoever say they harder than me know they need to stop it
I'm richer than a bitch and if I want it, I'ma cop it
And if you the promoter, where the hell is my deposit?
A nigga goin' deaf if you talking 'bout a profit
Sick of these bitches, bitches make me wanna vomit
And beggin' ass niggas always watchin' my pocket
I just want a bad bitch never say: Stop it
And let a real nigga put my balls on her bonnet
And I don't give a fuck what y'all wear
Bet I got about at least a thousand white and black tee shirts in my closet
That's how I go to church, that's how I go to the club
And in the court room, that's how I'm dressin' for the docket
Never been a bitch and don't know how to be a ho
I bet I'm comin' through your door even if you don't unlock it
Doin' all of that frontin' in this bitch, but it ain't nothin' in this bitch
Nigga, must be workin' for a nonprofit

I'm droppin' bands on 'em, bands on 'em, bands on 'em, bands on 'em
I won't even have to put my hands on 'em
Fifty a piece, that's about two hundred grand on 'em
Dirty cockroaches, squash 'em and stand on 'em
Crooked officer, crooked officer
What you waitin' for? This what I got a lawyer for

She talking 'bout first base, I'ma hit a home run
She sayin' I'm a ho, I say: It take one to know one
If the pussy good, I say: Fuck it, get them toes done
Got a bitch so bad that the pop wanna bone some
She talking 'bout first base, I'ma hit a home run
She sayin' I'm a ho, I say: It take one to know one
If the pussy good, I say: Fuck it, get them toes done
Got a bitch so bad that the pop wanna bone some