Dirty Cop lyrics

[Intro: Eddy Baker]
Bad Boys 2. (Mike Lowrey) Jeffery. Baker. (Mike Lowrey) Know what I'm saying we in this b*tch smoked (on my Mike Lowrey) out loc'ed 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 (lil b*tch)
Big 40 Glock and bowie knife where my waist is (b,b,BOOM)
Dirty motherf*cker but I still ain't caught no cases
Killing all these co-ed b*tches like I'm Jason (yeah)
I am not a game play with me it's game over (it's game over)
Girls on the di*k tryna touch it like controller (smash)
f*ck her then I smokе a blunt while she doing yoga (smoke somе)
Switch it up now I'm with my plug eating kosher (really)

[Verse 2: Idontknowjeffery]
Smoking cigarettes like a war vet
Drive the F-Type jaguar like a Corvette (Mike Lowrey)
Just got a text "where the whores at?"
I don't give a damn if it was Jesus I'd ignore that (Jeffery)
Told y'all n*ggas I was up next
Y'all ain't believe the sh*t was gon' work like ForEx (nah)
My b*tch got a daughter but her ass barrettes
Cuss for no reason like I had Tourettes (yo)

[Verse 3: Eddy Baker]
Need a chef hat Eddy Baker b*tch I'm stacking dough (lil b*tch)
Malibu beach on a boat with a buncha hoes (yeah)
Smoking big woods gotta chief everywhere we go (smoke some)
I done came up f*cking sl*ts out the videos (real sh*t)
n*gga talk sh*t mask up let the city blow (b,BOOM)
Real bad ass bad boy b*tch who wanna go (yeah)
Hot boy spitting hot sh*t yeah I'm really cold (lil b*tch)
Catch a n*gga slippin' with his b*tches I'm like gimme those (gimme those)
[Verse 4: Idontknowjeffery]
Kept a n*gga drugs like a dirty cop
Silence on the Glock but you heard a pop
And you heard a drop
High as hell walking round like a juggernaut (Jeff)
Tryna see if this b*tch gon' let me f*ck or not (yo)
I can't even tell if I'm high or not
Got drunk, woke up at somebody tire shop (Mike Lowrey)
Ay, I smack a n*gga with a padlock
Doc Jeff, Mike Lowrey, I'm a bad cop (bad boy for life)

[Verse 5: Eddy Baker]
Very well established (yeah)
Always with a bad one (lil b*tch)
Bustin through the door with twin pistols
And we blasting (b,b,BOOM)
Mike watch my back said he got me like some adlibs
Walk in Air J's give a f*ck about them damn kids

[Verse 6: Idontknowjeffery]
f*ckin' all the hoes at the precinct
b*tch came over the next day we had a repeat (Mike Lowrey)
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 (yeah)
This is not a Mustang GT (nah)
[Verse 7: Eddy Baker]
Hella high smoking out the precinct (smoke some)
Still get them bowls on GP (bad boys for life!) (yeah!)