Lyrics:
Toe tags on the feet
Body bags at the scene
Bloody hands can't get clean
Not all the soap and the bleach
Can clean up all the sheets
At night when you
Shootin' shit like I'm Clay
Shootin' shit like I'm Kirk
And I keep her dirty
And we up by 30
Clean the money, it was dirty
Out the mud, I was dirty
Off
lookin down they can see I’m
High high high high high
I gotta Engine so loud in the truck I can’t creep by
Cruising through the clouds leathers seats
by the rules reapply
Creeps low wit cruise control when I'm high
Brand new 22 shoes on the ride
Gotta get blatta tatted
Hit up green rise
[Hook]
was next
And sittin' by the pole was a old ass man wearin' a Rolex
I took the shit and hit the bastard hard
Ripped his pants clean off his ass
tell her to stop it
She wanna know if I'm really ballin', that girl there wanna weigh my wallet
We ain't doin' irrational get backs
Creep up clean
came to heat it up
Sharp as a tack like I just left church(clean)
Smart than a tack when the windows won't work(mean)
Ridin' in the Cadillac Beatin'
Flippin' keys by the tons
Twenty five grand a week, fiends creep
No sleep nor do they eat
Bed around 6 feet deep
More goals to be achieved in
This hip hop
Taking from people that have worked So hard
To keep their record clean and Get these nice things by just means
That's not hard
Feeling like you can justify
poison pride
And force you to the light
Crusty creeps will plague you
As you try to sleep at night
Try to sleep at night
Try to sleep at night
(b. verse
got so used to it being on a creep, babe
Yeah maybe I-I-I got so used to just giving you the least babe
But nowadays, I need more from ya
I need
try to play brave, you'll get slayed
Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe
I snatched the clerk up by her neck,
I said stay up out my face if you ain't gone keep it raw nah
Keep it by my waist just Incase they wanna talk hard
Theres no saving grace no, no
You put war on the masses while you clean out the purse
And that's how it's done war after war
You old feudal parasites just sacrifice the poor
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
Flippin' keys by the tons
Twenty five grand a week, fiends creep
No sleep nor do they eat
Bed around 6 feet deep
More goals to be achieved in
This hip hop
leave 'em where I left 'em
When I creep, niggas sleep
And they ain't restin til they deep up in the concrete
Jungle with them slangers, with them bangers
and I think I feel clean
Week goes by and I feel serene
Month goes by like you're just a dream
Year goes by I'm back on my knees
When I was already gone
ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by, they can see the gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
And I'm ridin' with a new chick, she
to feed of that until I couldn't anymore
By my sixteenth birthday, my total had grown to four
[Monoxide]
I ain't afraid of you, but be afraid of me
Cause
nigga)
Chevy super clean, two or three screens
Watch a nigga be to the left I lean
50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more scream
Just to let you
mind and clean your cash out See a nigga had to pay me if he ever owed me A thug about my business, I'll do ya homie Drink the O-E and tote the tech nine
Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll
But either I'd say
That I will be dead by dawn
Should pain spread all along myriad thoughts?
On minds that were clean, strong and bright
Imprisoned,
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