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clean up man – debo brick كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse 1: clean up man]
b_tch, i don’t gotta speak on sh_t, the opps already know
ran too many laps at practice, d_mn near popped my coach (booth)
i’m not good at cuttin’ hair, i like to f_ck up fros
i’m ready to drop some hot sh_t with no mittens on
every n_gga ridin’ in this car can’t do no wrong
i’ll pull up shootin’ sh_t like mealeostone
i call the k sledgehammer ’cause it break bones
b_tch, i’m the grim reaper, come through and take souls
i’m ’bout to sleep the day out, i got an eight poured
my boostin’ b_tch bring me nike ‘fits, she like to steal clothes (that b_tch a thief)
your whole team love to cap, cb4
who thе f_ck is dog? never seen him beforе (who the f_ck is dog?)
i’m tryna zip a n_gga, i’m talkin’ nike jacket
don’t come askin’ for prices, ’cause i will tax you
dog could’ve been in a movie, ’cause n_ggas real actors
b_tch, don’t ask for no head, ’cause i will smack you (smack the sh_t out this b_tch)
if i was will smith, i would’ve k!lled that b_tch
her face would’ve had an entanglement with my fist (i would’ve beat her)
if i get signed, rob the industry like 50 cent (i’m robbin’ everybody)
gramz spent 10k on a chain, he never sold a brick
craig a good n_gga, i would’ve popped deebo in his sh_t
gun got a speech impediment way this b_tch spit
beyblade with the glock, i c_ck it, make this b_tch rip
[interlude: krispylife kidd]
yeah, alright, alright, krispylife

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
beat dog ass with a brick, i think i’m craig
n_gga try to run and then i’m aimin’ at the legs
so many glocks around this b_tch, you would thought i hang with tez
i wrap my head in a turban and shoot like i’m from afghanistan
naw, i shoot like this my rookie combine
hit your son’s school and turn that f_cker to the columbine
i don’t understand emojis except the dollar sign
paranoid when i see the boys, ty dolla $ign
n_gga won’t take sh_t, i got my gun and i’m c_ckin’ mine
only way i’m goin’ to the club if i get my glock inside
drop my gun in the barbecue sauce in the cookout line
oh sh_t, my bad, auntie
thought i sold him soft, but it was an e pill crushed inside
got on guccis with no socks inside
couldn’t get in touch with n0body, so my pops gon’ slide
shotta ain’t make no beat, but it made him chopped outside
d_mn, huh, i’m on a different level
hit a n_gga with this b_tch, he thought he fell into a puddle
naw, not like that, i meant to say like—
wet a n_gga with this b_tch, he thought he fell into a puddle
your b_tch’ll get the b_lls, she don’t never ever wanna cuddle

- clean up man

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