Crooked Officer Lyrics (feat. Z-Ro)
DMB
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
What goes inside toilet bowl? The shit, that’s what I am
The bitch was talking back, the only thing she saw was my hand
Got tired of counting money, so I pop myself a 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 saying I’m a god, but I can turn nothing into something
She gonna gargle this nut, swallow it, then say, “Yummy”
Shout out to my locs that be getting to the money and
Shout out to B’s that be chilling 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 moving too funny
At the end of the day, they was all tryna fuck me
I’ma cool ass cat that just like to slow boogie
I just want a pretty bitch that fuck real ugly
I’m dropping 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 ya
She talking ’bout first base, I’ma hit a home run
She saying 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
She talking ’bout first base, I’ma hit a home run
She saying 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 n** going deaf if you talking ’bout a profit
Sick of these bitches, bitches make me wanna vomit
And begging ass n*** always watching my pocket
I just want a bad bitch never say, “Stop it”
And let a real n** 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 dressing for the docket
Never been a bitch and don’t know how to be a ho
I bet I’m coming through your door even if you don’t unlock it
Doing all of that fronting in this bitch, but it ain’t nothing in this bitch
N** must be working for a nonprofit
I’m dropping 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 waiting for? This is what I got a lawyer for
She talking ’bout first base, I’ma hit a home run
She saying 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
She talking ’bout first base, I’ma hit a home run
She saying 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