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jsavage (can) - mr clean كلمات أغنية

[intro]
bah, bah, bah
ayy yo, what’s good crodie?
i keep my glizzy

[verse 1]
name brand b_tch let me f_ck, said she miss my muscles
i swear she be pushin’ thirty, i be f_ckin’ n_gga’s mothers
in that scat pack get to dustin’
my bro in those ends, n0body touch him
don’t like dissin’ on the ‘net, ain’t with the fussin’
this hydro, no robitussin
serve it to sandy and to justin
these custies owe a lot of money
he get hit in his back like boy, why you runnin’?
come here, i’m tryna open your tummy
when i’m in the t, swear that sh_t jumpin’
ain’t no chris brown, swear i leave ’em crumpin’
black mask, you won’t even know who’s comin’
we hop out the truck, bullets get to dumpin’ (bah, bah, bah)
[bridge]
ah
n_ggas try—
n_ggas try to run ’til they get—
’til they get boshed
huh?

[verse 2]
yeah i’m talkin’ my sh_t i just do this for fun
i’m pullin’ her hair and she tryna run
this jigga got me, i think that i’m done
new opp in the air what i’m ’bout to bun
switchy on the back, it take off your m_ffin
sh_t ain’t fair with the press of a b_tton
if i don’t got a knock just know i’ma cut him
last time i seen him had him runnin’ [?]
already know savage come with the hottness
i sell for the high and i get for the low ’cause i’m lovin’ the profits
i just got a lo’, big bro put a tag on his toe, tryna run in there take off his noggin
[?] got a arp with a scope
yeah, i got the g, big bro got the taurus
like it’s warzone, my n_ggas take off your nose
sh_t ain’t a game, there ain’t no resp_wnin’

[chorus]
walk they block, do it on feet
wipe they block down, mr. clean
n_ggas talk but they ain’t neat
i’ll take your head like f_ck the [?]
got this opp b_tch, she love f_ckin’ me
got a lil’ bro, he go dumb for me
if i say “i’m tryna take a trip”, i bet the dogs will come with me
see the motion, now they lovin’ me
shoot a movie, you get bucked for free
i got this thirty on my waist so ain’t no way you’re touchin’ me
if you ain’t my b_tch, a suck and cut, ain’t no cuddlin’
got the smith & wesson, let it bark, ain’t no tusslin’
[verse 3]
since a youngin’ i learned how to hustle
had to get it off the bustle
i was hurtin’ n_ggas, should’ve had a g30
that sh_t abracadabra
can’t hang if you ain’t gonna shoot for me
you’ll lose your life, don dada, no bap
[?]
she like what’s in my pants, a ladder
and my pockets gettin’ fatter
ain’t talkin’ peter griffin, in the trap server peter, want a sample?
some b_tches gon’ slime me for the racks, i know they eatin’ on that apple
step back, swish, n_ggas ain’t know that i had the handles
get back b_tch, my n_ggas had you runnin’ out your sandals
yeah, you’re a dess kid, i don’t even wanna get you dismantled
i know n_ggas be snitchin’ like they randal
i got my tec in my tech in the bando
i love this glizz ’cause it gon’ fight my battles
n_ggas be snakes, watch out for that rambo
i got my glizz so it did not matter
i’ll turn you to a hat
i’m whippin’ up a ten they said he’s whippin’ up a five pack
this glizzy filled up with lead and i got one up in the hat
she said “foreign cars make her drip wetter”, i pulled up in a scat pack
no scope, my bro pulled up with the ruler, keep that in a knapsack
she got no knowledge but she is my tutor ’cause her tongue game past that
i might pull up all black but i ain’t mad max
my b_tch told me i’m a mad man ’cause i love guns and i love fat racks
[outro]
i love new packs
and i love [?]
the f_ck?
and i love bad b_tches
they better come with a phat ass
i swear i love me a new pack

- jsavage can

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