What up, Sav
Aye, hold on
Shout out to Lil Wayne, bro
Bro got pulled over by a Mrs. Officer
But we're going hard on this Motherf*cker
Listen
Mmm
You a pussy
I wanna take that nigga a bitch
Lil nigga said I really couldn't have Her
I'm just really trying to bag her
Jordan Love, on the Packers
Listen
This probably sound goofy, though
Snap to the left
Snap to the right
I be really getting right
I ain't sleeping with no light
I be chilling with my bros
I ain't worried about these hoes
I know the hoes come and go
Talking so much shit
But I really pick and roll
Pull up to the house and
Really getting sold
We going 90 on the road
Things really getting old
Say we get a Four for Four
I got a chopper at your door
She said we gonna let you know
I ain't got no f*cking hoes
Why these hoes going ghost
I be sitting on the low
I beat the nigga up
He said he want the smoke
Big rappers really said
They got the flow
I know I'm making hella hits
I'm finna blow
I know I'm making hella hits
I'm finna blow
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Yeah, I'm making hella hits
You know I'm about to blow
You know, shout out to Key Marr
You know
Yeah, I'm making hella hits
You know I'm about to blow
And I'm sliding through the block
And I'ma shoot another toe
Like all these niggas, they be playing
Got to let these niggas know
What's with all your f*cking rappers
They be biting on my flow
Me and Key Marr, yeah
We spinning on the block
Me and Key Marr
We finna knock you out your sock
Me and Key Marr, yeah
He holding on the Glock
Look, me and Key Marr
Yeah, we shot you at the spot
Yeah, yeah, look, yeah
Me and Key Marr, yeah
We shot you at the spot
Stupid
Yeah, yeah
I reload my f*cking weapon
You can't hit up what I rock, nigga
Up, up, up
Like
Y'all niggas don't mess with me nigga
You messing with me and Key Marr
Nigga
Y'all is done going to grade
Bitch-ass nigga
Nigga, I walk that jet
I walk that jet, bitch-ass nigga
I'm from Atlanta, bitch-ass nigga
Don't mess with y'all nigga, bitch
Suck my dick, nigga
You already know
Shout out to Key Marr, bitch-ass Nigga
You already know who it is
WockStar JB Slatt
Key Marr - Mrs. Officer (feat. WockStar JB) [Remix] Lyrics
Key Marr - Mrs. Officer (feat. WockStar JB) [Remix] Lyrics
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What up, Sav
Aye, hold on
Shout out to Lil Wayne, bro
Bro got pulled over by a Mrs. Officer
But we're going hard on this Motherf*cker
Listen
Mmm
You a pussy
I wanna take that nigga a bitch
Lil nigga said I really couldn't have Her
I'm just really trying to bag her
Jordan Love, on the Packers
Listen
This probably sound goofy, though
Snap to the left
Snap to the right
I be really getting right
I ain't sleeping with no light
I be chilling with my bros
I ain't worried about these hoes
I know the hoes come and go
Talking so much shit
But I really pick and roll
Pull up to the house and
Really getting sold
We going 90 on the road
Things really getting old
Say we get a Four for Four
I got a chopper at your door
She said we gonna let you know
I ain't got no f*cking hoes
Why these hoes going ghost
I be sitting on the low
I beat the nigga up
He said he want the smoke
Big rappers really said
They got the flow
I know I'm making hella hits
I'm finna blow
I know I'm making hella hits
I'm finna blow
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Yeah, I'm making hella hits
You know I'm about to blow
You know, shout out to Key Marr
You know
Yeah, I'm making hella hits
You know I'm about to blow
And I'm sliding through the block
And I'ma shoot another toe
Like all these niggas, they be playing
Got to let these niggas know
What's with all your f*cking rappers
They be biting on my flow
Me and Key Marr, yeah
We spinning on the block
Me and Key Marr
We finna knock you out your sock
Me and Key Marr, yeah
He holding on the Glock
Look, me and Key Marr
Yeah, we shot you at the spot
Yeah, yeah, look, yeah
Me and Key Marr, yeah
We shot you at the spot
Stupid
Yeah, yeah
I reload my f*cking weapon
You can't hit up what I rock, nigga
Up, up, up
Like
Y'all niggas don't mess with me nigga
You messing with me and Key Marr
Nigga
Y'all is done going to grade
Bitch-ass nigga
Nigga, I walk that jet
I walk that jet, bitch-ass nigga
I'm from Atlanta, bitch-ass nigga
Don't mess with y'all nigga, bitch
Suck my dick, nigga
You already know
Shout out to Key Marr, bitch-ass Nigga
You already know who it is
WockStar JB Slatt
Aye, hold on
Shout out to Lil Wayne, bro
Bro got pulled over by a Mrs. Officer
But we're going hard on this Motherf*cker
Listen
Mmm
You a pussy
I wanna take that nigga a bitch
Lil nigga said I really couldn't have Her
I'm just really trying to bag her
Jordan Love, on the Packers
Listen
This probably sound goofy, though
Snap to the left
Snap to the right
I be really getting right
I ain't sleeping with no light
I be chilling with my bros
I ain't worried about these hoes
I know the hoes come and go
Talking so much shit
But I really pick and roll
Pull up to the house and
Really getting sold
We going 90 on the road
Things really getting old
Say we get a Four for Four
I got a chopper at your door
She said we gonna let you know
I ain't got no f*cking hoes
Why these hoes going ghost
I be sitting on the low
I beat the nigga up
He said he want the smoke
Big rappers really said
They got the flow
I know I'm making hella hits
I'm finna blow
I know I'm making hella hits
I'm finna blow
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Yeah, I'm making hella hits
You know I'm about to blow
You know, shout out to Key Marr
You know
Yeah, I'm making hella hits
You know I'm about to blow
And I'm sliding through the block
And I'ma shoot another toe
Like all these niggas, they be playing
Got to let these niggas know
What's with all your f*cking rappers
They be biting on my flow
Me and Key Marr, yeah
We spinning on the block
Me and Key Marr
We finna knock you out your sock
Me and Key Marr, yeah
He holding on the Glock
Look, me and Key Marr
Yeah, we shot you at the spot
Yeah, yeah, look, yeah
Me and Key Marr, yeah
We shot you at the spot
Stupid
Yeah, yeah
I reload my f*cking weapon
You can't hit up what I rock, nigga
Up, up, up
Like
Y'all niggas don't mess with me nigga
You messing with me and Key Marr
Nigga
Y'all is done going to grade
Bitch-ass nigga
Nigga, I walk that jet
I walk that jet, bitch-ass nigga
I'm from Atlanta, bitch-ass nigga
Don't mess with y'all nigga, bitch
Suck my dick, nigga
You already know
Shout out to Key Marr, bitch-ass Nigga
You already know who it is
WockStar JB Slatt
Writer: Shamarr Carty, J P
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