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letra de crooked officer - that mexican ot

[intro]
(g&b)
ayo, is that that mexican ot?

[verse 1: that mexican ot]
what goes inside a toilet bowl? the sh-t, that’s what i am
the b-tch 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 sh-t, the b-tch 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 f-ck mе
i’m a cool ass cat that just like to slow boogie
i just want a pretty b-tch that f-ck rеal ugly

[chorus: that mexican ot]
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 sh-t, i’ma do my lil’ dance on ’em
p-ss on they feelings, i drop down my pants on ’em
crooked officer, crooked officer
make a mexican wanna blow the badge off of you
[post-chorus: that mexican ot]
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 p-ssy good, i say, “f-ck it, get them toes done”
got a b-tch 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 p-ssy good, i say, “f-ck it, get them toes done”
got a b-tch so bad that the pop wanna bone some

[verse 2: z-ro]
yeah, whoever say they harder than me know they need to stop it
i’m richer than a b-tch and if i want it, i’ma cop it
and if you the promoter, where the h-ll is my deposit?
a n-gga goin’ deaf if you talking ’bout a profit
sick of these b-tches, b-tches make me wanna vomit
and beggin’ ass n-ggas always watchin’ my pocket
i just want a bad b-tch never say, “stop it”
and let a real n-gga put my b-lls on her bonnet
and i don’t give a f-ck 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 b-tch 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 b-tch, but it ain’t nothin’ in this b-tch
n-gga, must be workin’ for a nonprofit
[chorus: z-ro]
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 c-ckroaches, squash ’em and stand on ’em
crooked officer, crooked officer
what you waitin’ for? this what i got a lawyer for

[post-chorus: that mexican ot]
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 p-ssy good, i say, “f-ck it, get them toes done”
got a b-tch 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 p-ssy good, i say, “f-ck it, get them toes done”
got a b-tch so bad that the pop wanna bone some

- that mexican ot

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