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letra de hey officer - g shep

[intro: g shep]
ah sh-t what the f-ck did i do now? haah well is this sh-t good enough

[verse 1: g shep]
yo
hey officer
how is your day?
it’s great?
you want me to pay
for a speeding ticket b-tch?
no way
bang
all your brains splattered on the pave
now i’m driving off to hopefully reach my escape
my head boutta blow up like a balloon
treating me like i stole sh-t from a rune
or maybe because i scooted off in my chill ass cruise
oh wait too late
my fate is faked
looks like a hike
i’m not alright
call me a rake
because i take
these b-tches should fight
but something ain’t right
[chorus: g shep]
this ain’t such a happy place
people rapping no personal sp-ce
you might just get shot in the face if you want a little taste
it’s the land of the sand and dirty rams
and motherf-cker we need to turn up the fans to even get people to land
this ain’t such a happy place
people rapping no personal sp-ce
you might just get shot in the face if you want a little taste
it’s the land of the sand and dirty rams
and motherf-cker we need to turn up the fans to even get people to land

[verse 2: heaflatin & g shep]
losers turnin to f-cking snoozers
boozers i hate em. they burned they turns
stained shirt wit they own blood
hit you wit a final thud but thud
you a stud, i hit ha, huh wouldn’t waste my d-mn mud
fade you into eternity you ran like a f-cked fraternity with zero diligence
hero fo such a filler type of stance
wit nothing to enhance because yo dance, that sh-t be out of date fo yo mental state
(ayo)
try messing with the one giving you the blessings must be making yo own type of bedding
i’m collecting debt that tried to be swept right up under yo rug
but don’t act like you some kind of thug when you young if yo ass can’t hold yo tongue
mister six nine, hoe i’ll be just fine as long as i got protection motherf-cker
you got attention now, and you don’t want that sh-t cus when you rap that sh-t be good
[bridge: g shep]
ay jk i’m kidding
why you say you spitting
you’re ass go grab your mittens
f-ck whoever hates, good riddance
b-tches be flopping and stopping and copping and popping off shopping and f-cking round boston but why we be costing and losting and f-cking knowing we ain’t got to lot all of the problems. they hate gotta stop the commas, wait wanna pop some commerce
slate is my yeezy colors
slides from kuwait might bother
but i don’t gotta scold like a father
knowing me i might be a faller
h-ll right now i’m just a baller
just wait till i get more taller

[chorus: g shep]
this ain’t such a happy place
people rapping no personal sp-ce
you might just get shot in the face if you want a little taste
it’s the land of the sand and dirty rams
and motherf-cker we need to turn up the fans to even get people to land
this ain’t such a happy place
people rapping no personal sp-ce
you might just get shot in the face if you want a little taste
it’s the land of the sand and dirty rams
and motherf-cker we need to turn up the fans to even get people to land

[verse 3: g shep]
hey officer, are you okay?
i shot you in your brain
my bad homie i didn’t mean it anyway
my bad man
you were such a scam
go away b-tch
put you in a can
[outro: g shep]
bye homie
f-ckin, ah well. i didn’t f-cking care about you anyway b-tch
(f-ck the police and f-ck ya’ll too)

- g shep

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