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letra de mr. officer - julian stephen

[intro]

verse i
i just play lotto, get digits from hoes
mr. officer who did it, i don’t know
i just come to this corner store for bacon egg & cheese
i saw nothing i swear, ricky did it, my n-gga please
play ignorant when you need to
hit it raw like seafood
come in seconds like sequels
wouldn’t pop up if he heard peek-a-boo
please don’t scuff the sneakers dude
only had these for a week or two
yeah i blew my check just to get a check
and yeah i’m broke as f-ck, another ho to impress
with sticky in my wallet, bl!cky in my pocket, & hickeys on my neck
rich folk looking at me in fear
you ever stroll down my block, boy if you think that you scared
i’m just an undergrad student, no bachelors degree
eying a bad b-tch is how i study abroad
i ain’t about sh-t unless it’s honeys involved
and i ain’t about it unless it’s money involved

chorus
mr. officer
yo these cuffs too tight
mr. officer
you better read my rights
mr. officer
yo these cuffs too tight
n-gga, you better read my rights
mr. officer!

verse ii
this hat don’t make me cool
b-tches curve me like bad grades in elementary school
i’m embarr-ssed, live at home with both parents
and a terrace, and ju ju’s parents got a real good marriage
nowadays catching hoes like interceptions
& p-ss em like collections
tryna tell me lighten up, don’t you see my complexion
f-ck it, i’m black anyway
if i could sides, i’d be on black anyway
this lightskin in me probably don’t even mean sh-t
hairbrush my waves and getting wavy till i be sea sick
that’s how a n-gga gonna live until he see jesus
and if you don’t believe in god i show you he exist
cause my daddy paying bills, momma on the phone
watching joel olsteen tryna pay these loans
can’t call her right now rachael ray be on
bet you wanna know what drug that i may be on, mr. officer!

[hook]

it’s funny my head against the hood
and if i snitch still my head against the hood
didn’t know that i’m a rapper? better yet a black poet?
spit heroic, got a shot if i don’t make it out then it’s hopeless
college boy, prince, judah the ruler, colder than ya hand in the cooler
tryna ball just hoop no hula, medulla obla-gotta
get me out, verses like evangelist
rap like bandages, like a homeless man i swear i’m ramblin’
panicking, scared, got a girl in the hood
she crazy baby, talking baby man this world ain’t no good
she bad as h-ll like bebe kids
if i don’t get back soon it’s gone be ugly like shenaynay kids
you see this bacon egg & cheese, it’s for us to split
horrible sh-t, i don’t be tricking’ like a nautical flip
if you seen her -ss you wouldn’t wanna be cuffing me
i don’t know who you looking for, but it ain’t f-cking me. mr. officer!

[hook]

- julian stephen

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