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letra de dirty cop - idontknowjeffery

[intro: eddy baker]
bad boys 2. jeffery. baker. know what i’m saying we in this b-tch smoked out loced out all that sh-t. you hear my chains jingling through the microphone. look

[verse 1: eddy baker]
big titty b-tch bout to show me how her face hit
big 40 glock and boeine knife my waist is
dirty motherf-cker but i still ain’t caught no cases
k!lling all these cold head b-tches like i’m jason
i am not a game play with me it’s game over
girls on the d-ck tryna touch it like controllers
f-ck her then i smoke a blunt while she doing yoga
switch it up now i’m with my plug eating kosher (really)

[verse 2: idontknowjeffery]
smoking cigarettes like a war vet
drivе the (?) jaguar like a corvettе
just got a text “where the wh0res at?”
i don’t give a d-mn if it was jesus i’d ignore that
told y’all n-ggas i was up next y’all ain’t gon’ believe the sh-t was gon’ work like 4x (nah)
my b-tch got a daughter but her ass (?)
cuss for no reason like i had tourettes

[verse 3: eddy baker]
need a chef hat eddy baker b-tch i’m stacking dough
malibu beach on a boat with a buncha hoes
smoking big woods gotta chief everywhere we go
i done came up f-cking sl-ts out the videos
n-gga talk sh-t mask up let the city blow
real bad ass bad boy b-tch who wanna go
hot boy spitting hot sh-t yeah i’m really cold
catch a n-gga slippin’ with his b-tches i’m like gimme those
[verse 4: idontknowjeffery]
pimpin’ n-gga drugs like a dirty cop
silence on the glock but you heard the pop and you heard her drop
high as h-ll walking round like a juggernaut
tryna see if this b-tch gon’ let me f-ck or not
i can’t even tell if i’m high or not
got drunk woke up like somebody tire shot (mike lowry)
ay, i smack a n-gga with a padlock
doc jeff mike lowry i’m a bad cop (bad boy for life)

[verse 5: eddy baker]
very well established always with a bad one
bustin through the door with twin pistols and we blasting
might watch my back city got me like some ad libs
walk in air j’s give a f-ck about them d-mn kids

[verse 6: idontknowjeffery]
pluckin’ all the hoes at the precinct b-tch came over the next day we had a repeat
i drop the top on peach tree
i take a bad b-tch back like i had a receipt
coupe same color as some sweet tea (yea)
this is not a mustang gt (nah)

[verse 7: eddy baker]
h-lla high smoking out the precinct
still get them bows on repeat (bad boys for life!)

- idontknowjeffery

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