Lyrics:
bones
I figured I stand alone, just put my check in the bag I'ma carry on
I'm sippin' on Deleon, no worry I carry chrome
Back to the basics
I flex a lot
I'm icy, I'm clean
I'm icy
I'm icy (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm clean (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm a bad motherfucker (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm mean
Casa de fuck out my face
Fuck outa my face
Washing my hands I'm feeling clean clean clean
Washing my hands I'm feeling clean clean clean
Washing my
out my mind-I've
Been going in all the Waayy
Dirty the Waay
They all did me
Still in motion pulling Up
Clean clean clean clean, clean clean clean
lend a hand
Is this what my night is really looking like
If I stayed by myself, would I then realize
You lied, you lied, you lied?
So when you tap, tap,
buy that at K-mart
Much less find that online
The government corruption is all by design
Clean hands and a pure heart
Can't find that at Walmart
Much
alone
When up walked a tall stranger
He shadowed her move-to-move
In perfect unison
A supernatural groove
He took her by the hand
And the room
alone
When up walked a tall stranger
He shadowed her move-to-move
In perfect unison
A supernatural groove
He took her by the hand
And the room
It's Y-e-s
Pulled up clean no tint, I ain't trying to flex
I ain't got time for no pressure, I ain't trying to stress
I be stressing out over money,
(good)
Lean back, right hand on the pinewood
Cream on the inside, clean on the outside
Cream on the inside, clean on the outside
Cream on the inside,
are clean
My sneakers are clean
My shirt is so clean
My jeans are so clean
My hands are so dirty
Cant wash your hands when your hands are so dirty
Blood
cream, ice cream paint job
Whoa!
Clean on the outside, cream on the inside, ice cream paint job (paint job)
Got screens on the dash, watchin' Saved By
the lakers had shaq
My nigga alex on da boards
Bout time we pack these niggas up
Like it was clothes up in the drawer
Since my granny passed
Weed and deleon
Clean (clean)
Cleanin’ up (yeah)
Cleanin’ up yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Clean (clean)
Cleanin’ up (yeah)
Yeah yeah, ugh
Ya phony on god (yeah)
Don’t call me
it ain't no ceiling now
Limes and Deleon
No more lemons round
Damn near risked it all
Tryna make it out
We gone get it all
We gone get it all
We gone
Hand in her back pocket kissing her neck and cheeks
She's giggling like stop it but leaning into me
Seems like lately we been going hard
You get naked
Gerski broke ass nigga blowin catpiss
For all the days when I was down know imma show my ass
Every action gone get cause by a reaction
Fuck getting sour in
down)
Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down)
Perfectly quiet and unmenacing
They like me now
A pipe bomb up my sleeve
A secret hand shake like
You
(He's got to be clean
He's got to be clean, ahhhh!)
I wash my hands whenever I eat
And in the bath I wash my ears,
My elbows and feet
I
cream, ice cream paint job
Whoa!
Clean on the outside, cream on the inside, ice cream paint job (paint job)
Got screens on the dash, watchin' Saved By
tried by fire
(Purify me) purified
You take whatever You desire
(Oh, Lord) Lord, here's my life
So clean my hands
Purify my heart
I wanna burn for
(good)
Lean back right hand on the pinewood
Cream on the inside
Clean on the outside
Cream on the inside
Clean on the outside
Cream on the inside
gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
When you see me walk on by, walk on by
Haha, you ain't gotta lie
The whips so clean and he fit so clean
Hit the scuffle
we height and be extreme for the day
Extrememly clean, but known to get my hands dirty
But they ain't worthy rather put my hands on summin derrty
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