lirik lagu meek mill - i'm clean
[hook: young dro]
i’m clean in this b-tch
i’m clean in this b-tch
i’m clean in this b-tch
grand hustle team with kings we getting rich (x2)
[verse 1: meek mill]
i’m prada-ed down polo-ed up
hit the a, tell charlie hold up
call my n-gga dro, pull a rose up
[?] body sh-t looking like a tour bus
i’m clean in this b-tch leaning like they selling promethazine in this b-tch
i’m grand hustle team with kings we getting rich
wilding on the couch screaming out “free my n-gga tip”
meek milly what’s the deally i be popping like a wheelie
i put on for my city i go hard for north philly that be me
diamonds so clear you can see them in hd
i’m down to disappear pop up all on mtv
n-ggas looking at the screen like its ghosts that they see
i like my rosé red my diamonds blue my money green
tip put me on the team cause i’m so fresh and so clean
[hook: young dro]
[verse 2: young dro]
i’m clean in this b-tch
young dro grand hustle flow
my [?] play stingray everything [?]
dro and meek mill get respect to the utter most
cocaina deals white bricks just like russell crowe
new york city leather coat out in buffalo
and when i lie to hoes my d-ck be growing like pinocchio
i ain’t really sociable my 44 ain’t approachable
[?] shawty i stay right close to the [?]
stupid -ss pistol i like to make that thing transform
f-cking get your whole block blew up by this hand bomb
when i heard this track i started tripping like a motherf-cker
went up in the booth and went sicker than a motherf-cker
triple thugger, oh you know i’m all about that shine ho
all kinds of ice b-tch my diamonds got diamonds on
stupid -ss fresh shawty you don’t want to pardon me
hold up, i need to answer my phone some ho calling me
[verse 3: meek mill]
i’m clean in this b-tch players only live uno
ralph lauren all the way to the ground you know
prada on my feet my chick a five times two though
my flow be hot as h-ll but my wrist keep me cool though
cujo, ya cause i be snapping and i ain’t trapping
i’m just rapping and look what happened
it ain’t march i’m causing madness
we maybaching on them two-tone
crushing them like crouton
the cheers in the rear leaning back on the futon
grand hustle we do one thing
get money money money money money i’m a young king
i don’t talk i let my gun sing
n-gga got a problem with it tell them my revolver said it
[hook: young dro]
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