Lyrics:
mr clean
Mr clean
Issa slaughter with the beam
Issa horror on the screen
I don't shine, yeah I gleam
She undead
Givin' head
Yeah she do what i said
I'm they best clientele
"Shock Corridor," the horrors in my mind are nailed
To the windows and walls of this iron cell
These the timeless tales of every
insane
By the looks of those eyes, you'll forever be a shame
Let me call him Mr. Killer it's the end you're all doomed
Gonna come and getcha they got
Sippin N Leanin
By: B-Futuristic & tAllent
Chorus
Got the Candy paint drippin
Candy flippin N my visions twisted
Take another swig
Yeah im sippin
One Sunday morning, in the driving rain
Around the bend came a passenger train
In the cabin stood Casey Jones
Noble engineer but he's dead
biggest fan
This is Stan
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
Oh, I can't see at all
money is what we on
Ridin' drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain't
money is what we on
Ridin' drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain't
down, down
Yeah Mr. Usher's on his way to town
He keeps his sights set straight and true
His idle hands wont flit or flutter
Never does he slip
to leave this town
And shouldn't widow Jones be told to keep
Her window shades all pulled completely down?
Well, Mr. Harper couldn't make it
'Cause he
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
fit looking like Mr. Freeze now
Uh
It's Beast Coast nigga you know what I'm repping
Got the gas on deck bro you know what I be selling
Had to flip
the summer breeze
Showin' off the silver leaves
As we waltz by
Soft kisses on a summers day
Laughin' all our cares away
Just you and I
I can make you
Drove through a cloud of smoke, mesquite in my clothes
The aroma was enough to make a hungry man go mad
The bucket seat's got cracks and the windows
can be a square
And get your block spun
Passenger peaking through my window
Gets the shotgun
They never play with me
Because it's not fun
They say a few
Hello, Mr. Gabel. Welcome to Ten Flight Airlines
Your flight to San Francisco is on time and scheduled for flight within ten minutes
Please let me
beyond his reach, slow down robot’s red..
Hunt came back nigga fuming so much took a step outside his whip, banging on my window know I’m rolling up that
a full cab ready fi touch the street
Driver still a say ayy rock over pon the seat
Wind up yuh window mr darling dear
Me caah afford fi blow out me
But I'm not Mr brightside
I don't deserve a spotlight
I'm dreaming on a red-eye
As reality seems to fly by
I miss texting my best friends
But my
We'd like to ask now that all passengers please hold
Their breath, as we take you through an underwater hip hop extravaganza.
Now last night,
Yeah, she always calling me ugly
Guess she wanna fuck 'cause the money
I'm rich as a bitch Mr. Drummond
Yeah, I'm out in Kingston, put some rum in it
[Warren G]
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue, and yelling 'cause (whats up cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist, in
the car
On this dim lit drive in the passenger's seat
You take me to the places where you've lived and dreamed
Not a single place I'd rather be
Cause it's
Backrow passenger, and I got my Favorite window to stare
To daydream about how this city breeze might sway through your hair
And wonder if the promises we
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