lirik lagu clean up man - debo brick
[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
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