lirik lagu clean up man - doggy shit
[intro]
(xclusive made this)
[verse 1: clean up man]
you don’t be at the hood store, you don’t know lucky
dog sh~t on me, got my d~ckie ‘fit smellin’ funny
chop made out of wood, this b~tch a tree cutter
runnin’ through these stankin’~ass ‘bows, got my toes funky
been chasin’ the opps for a year, them n~ggas still runnin’
in this b~tch pressin’ up pills for my real junkie
b~tch asked for some head, i said, “you real funny”
b~tch had a fat ass, but she real ugly
n~gga can’t hang around if you ain’t tryna k!ll somethin’
my young dog trippin’ off a body, ready to drill somethin’
yeah, i say you can’t hang around clean up if you ain’t tryna k!ll somethin’
beecher small as h~ll, it ain’t really hard to find n~ggas
have bro knock your cap off for fifty~nine fifty
you might get caught in the crossfire if you ain’t ridin’ with me
flash on the glock, i’ll really comе and blind n~ggas
dirty f~ckin’ with them in~stores, his sh~t slide diffеrent
ridin’ ’round with this chief keef ’cause i don’t like n~ggas
auntie, i got a twitch problem ’cause the ice hittin’
unc’ was the man in ’86, he let the ice get him
i been trippin’ lately, puttin’ beats in a headlock
i’m not your average rapper, i’ll get a n~gga head popped
810 sh~t, b~tch, shoutout to bedrock
pop a n~gga downtown and slide my clothes in some bedrock
this b~tch used to ho me in high school, i get the head now
get a n~gga k!lled in the club off a head nod
my n~gga parking lot pimpin’ with ar, he on standby
run to your car when this b~tch over, catch a headshot
free jiggaman until the sh~t backwards
i just popped a percules, it’s finna get active
pull up to a rat b~tch crib and f~ck her on an air mattress
feet too big for her shoes, the sh~t look nasty
you ever seen a n~gga head get popped? the sh~t look nasty
i mix the louis with gucci, the sh~t look chatty
[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
in a minute, i’ma stop rappin’, i’ma stick to pimpin’
i could’ve f~cked four hoes, but i stuffed two b~tches
it’s sad ’cause i don’t really fight my b~tches
okay, i’m lyin’, i do fight my b~tches
i’m tender, i’ll pop you, you better not even type my b~tches
boy, and i’m so serious
i almost popped four n~ggas tryna get a zebra cake
at the age of four, i bought my daughter a firearm
and you, you bought yours an easy~bake
i’ll have a white b~tch k!ll you that look like ricki lake
i done sold coke, weed, and pills in all fifty states
when you in planet fitness the only time you pushin’ weight
you ain’t never scare sh~t, boy, but your sister date
just to eat out, it’s expensive, i gotta book my plate
i gotta book my reservations and book my steak
big draco, big soldier, yeah, that’s all me
i got the pills on me and they all cheap
i just stole from a n~gga, it was all free
i can’t f~ck with you, naw, you can’t call me
i got the dog cheap
ain’t sh~t expensive in here, ad, i think this blog cheap
i’m in merrill hood sellin’ weed, let me call zeke
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